One of these days!Krueg said:Strong work! Now, lets get that 405 off the floor! :box:
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.
One of these days!Krueg said:Strong work! Now, lets get that 405 off the floor! :box:
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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?
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.
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
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.
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.