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.
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.
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.
good work private :rock:TheStig said:Thank you sir...means a lot
switch said:good work private :rock:
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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 made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.