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.
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.
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.
good work private :rock:TheStig said:Thank you sir...means a lot
switch said:good work private :rock:
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.