Purefilth
Master Don Juan
That's probably the dirtiest frontsquat session I've seen. Mine was pretty gruelling, but it pales in comparison. I salute you and respect every single one of those reps.
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.
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.
good work private :rock:TheStig said:Thank you sir...means a lot
switch said:good work private :rock:
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.
Thanks man!Krueg said:Great work Stig, Nice PR's!
Nah never got nauseous or anything, outta breath yeah but that just comes with the territory lol. The problem was that my hamstrings and glutes were fried from all the squatting, then the sprinting just made it worse...felt like they were gonna ball up. I'm no scientist but I kinda think that the force generated in the legs from balls to the wall sprinting could be on par or even more than doing squats.Purefilth said:100m sprints?! Dude - even I couldve told you that would hurt! Did you puke?
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.
I hear ya there. I havent been since last month when my buddy dragged me out on a run.TheStig said:If I'd have just ran a mile or something, I probably would have been fine. But I can't do distance running. Well, I could but I have no willpower when it comes to that, like a couple minutes in I just wanna stop cuz it's boring and it sucks haha
Yup, runner's high is a very real thing...I can see why it can be addictingPurefilth said:It was horrible. The euphoric feeling of having finished was good though.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
I don't know man, it's really fvcking annoying. With deadlifts of any kind, it's not a linear progression at all as far as difficulty with me.Fuglydude said:Stig you suck for beating my front squat PM with your stupid 315 lb 1 RM on the front squat!My 1 RM is 305... you suck
Haha, just kidding man, awesome work! That`s a heavy ass front squat... I hate the feeling of unracking a weight like that on your front and being like `you want me to do what with this weight`?
Thanks man, and yeah that's basically what I think once I unrack 275+, that's when it starts getting scary haha
Are you using a clean grip for your front squats?
Yes, I really don't understand how people can go cross armed with heavy weight...since your arms can't pass through each other, one arm will be higher than the other, causing the weight to feel unbalanced
Why is your trap bar pull not heavier? I`m sure you can do more weight than you are doing... My 150 lb friend did 360 the other day and it was his first time pulling a trap bar. I think you need to start increasing the weight there Mr. 315-lb fronts squat!
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.