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.
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.
Regular no sugar/preservative added grape juicewhat were you using for fructose? White grape juice probably has a decent balance between fructose & glucose... (i'm still learning about this stuff myself)
Thanks, I'll check that outIf you have brewing shops near you they might carry maltodextrin.
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.
Vintovka said:Trying to increase the speed/explosivness I preform these, by the last set I'm moving super slow coming up. Last week was a 230 and 2 225's, so some progress there.
Military Presses
5x94
5x89
5x89
Argh, hate having to take a step backwards but my form needs work.
Pendley Row
5x120
5x120
5x120
Up 6 lbs, was expecting more but see above.
Assisted Chins
8x -88
4x -100
Boo, at least the first set was 6 lbs less assist.
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Thanks for the info Ruckus. With the MP, looking at the mechanics it seems that the anterior deltoid is the main mover and a pretty small muscle, mine has literally exploded in size, when I started you couldn't even tell I had one. Same for lats, I have zero at this point, but I'm getting stronger each time with the rows.mrRuckus said:All three of those are slow exercises to progress on. Especially chins where adding weight is easier than adding reps. And MP there isn't much of a base to push from so you might only be able to add 1 or 2 lbs per week.
When i was doing a 5x5 workout, i sucked at pendlays. Then when I changed to doing rows for 10 reps instead the wet went up quick and now i'm doing 10 lbs more weight for 10 reps than i did at 5 reps.
Yes indeed man, you gotta do what you gotta do. Keep up the good work, that's inspirational. So many people know what they gotta do but choose the path of least resistance. Laziness is so easy.Vintovka said:Taking this week off, been at it for 14 weeks so my body could use a breather I suppose. This gives me time to get adjusted to my new sleeping pattern and get accustomed to my school schedule.
Still walking for an hour every morning, have to get up before dawn some days to have time, which is pyschologically depressing for me, but you gotta do what you gotta do, heh.
Will be back in the gym on Tuesday
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.
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.
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.