One of these days!Krueg said:Strong work! Now, lets get that 405 off the floor! :box:
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
One of these days!Krueg said:Strong work! Now, lets get that 405 off the floor! :box:
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
It felt hard, in the sense that there was a constant tension that never let go, unlike that weird springy feeling when I'm lifting weight that's lighter and not too hard for me. It was weird actually, my body felt like it couldn't get to 5 or even 6, but my mind sort of overrode my body and said LIFT THIS WEIGHT! haha. I do believe it is a rep PR...come to think of it rep PRs almost feel better than a 1RM PR. Probably because a rep PR means you are gaining more control over the weight rather than putting all your might into 1 single rep. And it usually means a 1RM PR is well on it's way.Krueg said:How'd that 245 bench feel? Was that a rep PR as well?
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Haha thanks man, it took me back to the days of pushing sleds in football.Fuglydude said:Nice work w/ the car pushing... now where's my 405 trap bar pull?
Try the trap bar man... I promise you'll like it!
TheStig said:Bench Press
1 x 295 lbs (PR!)
....
some guy was curling in the power rack so I just did a couple sets of rollouts and pullups til he was done
.....
Rack Pulls
2 x 425 lbs (PR!)
Fvck yeah
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.