Quote: (11-04-2015 02:26 AM)Cr33pin Wrote:
Great post (and gainz) AnonymousBosch
How old are you? If you don't mind revealing you age.
Mid-forties.
My advice for young men: get in there now. The hard work you put in now will set you up for your thirties and forties. Each passing year your competition falls away. Most men have given up by their early-thirties. By forty, you become a Rock Star to women your own age.
The oldest woman I've dated in the last seven years was thirty. The youngest, seventeen.
Quote: (11-04-2015 04:19 AM)RichieP Wrote:
Anonymous Bosch: I've seen dudes as big and bigger than you with absolutely no game, standing around getting nothing. Parked up by the bar looking frustrated/confused that their godlike physiques arent magnetically sucking the girls towards them.
Yeah, I know guys like this, and everyone points that out as evidence size doesn't attract. However, since I'm part of their lives rather than just observing them in bars, I notice how women pay more attention to them in everyday life, and how often they get randomly-opened by women affecting girlish behaviour, even if they're bad at following up on it. More often that not, I notice girls getting
that look around them. That's when they're in a public place but they're so overcome by the physicality of a man that they're just staring at him, drinking him in, sizing him up, oblivious to their surroundings or the fact that anyone might be watching her watching him.
A mate was watching a Henry Rollins speaking show recently, and I had to laugh when they cut to a girl in the audience, with
that look on her face.
A good mate of mine has zero game - too burnt by women's bullshit I think to care anymore. Six foot six and Built like a professional wrestler. Moved into a new house a couple of years back, and every woman in the street knows who he is. One neighbour brought in his washing during a dust storm, rewashed it for him, and turned back up with a basket to hang it up for him. Short summer dress, bending slowly over to pick up items from the basket, no underwear.
I'll often turn up and he's eating something homemade one of the neighbour women have just 'dropped around' for him. Roasted meals in Winter, cakes, cookies. Good thing his metabolism is killer or he'd be fat as hell by now. He's never mowed the lawn in two years -
one of the neighbour women does his lawn for him when she's doing her own without him asking or expecting her to.
With another big mate / no game in a gym equipment store a couple of years back. I do all the charming with the assistant: a pretty, very-fit young blonde with a small baby bulge. She'd just gotten married, and talked about how they'd just moved to town, etc. My mate just glowers - he's a fighter with a broken nose and cauliflower ear - and has no idea how to talk with girls, so he goes to look at the equipment.
She eventually goes to show him the features of the machine he's looking at. "Oh, I'll show you how to adjust the weights". He just grunts. Chick bends over and backs her arse up right against his crotch and slowwwwly takes her time adjusting the machine. He shoots me a thumbs up, so I head outside to wait as they head towards the back room together.
Hell, I saw him once just flex his arm at a smokin' hot girl in running gear, yoga pants and headphones waiting to cross the road at a traffic light. She came over to the car and squeezed. He said "I'm at [address]. Come round after 5. I'll leave the back door open."
The light changed and he drove off and I was laughing at what a dickhead he was: "It's 2014. As if any woman in existence going to fucking turn up and just let herself into some strange blokes' house."
We got back to his place to work on his Charger, and time gets away from us. Dinner time is rolling around, so I jump in his shower to clean all the grease, dirt and oil off me. Halfway through the bathroom door opens and I hear a shy hello and a giggle. You guessed it...
I'd suggest you're judging them based on a few bar sightings and not seeing their full lives. Once you cross the size barrier where things start getting regularly-weird then you'll understand the levels a normal-looking woman will debase herself to be dominated by big muscle. Maybe Bodybuilding has its own Red Pill.
Quote: (11-04-2015 12:01 PM)The Beast1 Wrote:
And why the hell aren't you back in a band? That's the easiest way to score chicks. Women drool more for musicians than they do for muscle heads.
Quote: (11-04-2015 06:59 AM)Moma Wrote:
Unless the OP has some unfortunate muscle wasting disease, I'd would like to know why he hasn't improved significantly in 2 years. I want to see a worklog, nutrition log down to the very T.
^ Moma gets it. Two years of hard work is enough to pay off big time.
Height? Under six foot. 246 lbs is extreme enough that I now have to get all my dress shirts tailored, particularly to have any hope of being able to wear a tie with over half a metre of neck.
Keep lifting big man, no matter what they say, chicks dig size.