Purefilth
Master Don Juan
I really hate your circuit day man - ever since i tried it ooh man it sucked the big one! Did 4 rounds in about 20 minutes, I nearly puked!
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Me too man, many a time I've been laying on the couch afterwards for a good 20 min wondering whether I actually would or not...haven't yet lolPurefilth said:I really hate your circuit day man - ever since i tried it ooh man it sucked the big one! Did 4 rounds in about 20 minutes, I nearly puked!
Thanks, and it is lol, you should try it sometime just for kicksRiceandChicken said:Good work Stig. That circuit looks pretty dang rough.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Exactly. With the chains being about 50% lighter at the bottom, as you go up the weight is actively going up, which I think builds some explosiveness and might help the lock out, which carry over when not using chains. We only have 2 big chains at our gym, 20 lbs each, so when you're at the bottom, the weight is ~20 lbs lighter.Krueg said:Looks like a strong session for not feeling up to par, good work! Thanks man, might have pushed myself a bit too hard because I felt lightheaded and dizzy after almost every set, and sometimes my vision would fade a bit, but it is what it is, I feel alright now.
Havent personally used chains myself cause I don't think I'm at that point yet. How's the carry over to your regular bench? I'm guessing the weight is a little lighter at the bottom and heavier at the top?
Thanks Krueg, and yeah working on endurance and hypertrophy. Even though they're only 3 rep sets, I only rest about 30 sec between sets, and squeeze out every last drop of good form I have when it starts getting reaaaal tough (which is around the 3rd set).Krueg said:Nice volume on the deads! Working on speed on your back-off sets?
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.