« I don’t like muscles », said Stacy, with my arm around her waist and her hand up my shirt.
« Working out seems so pointless though », said Julia, as she squeezed my pec after I hugged her.
« Who are you trying to impress? », asked Linda, her eyes darting up and down my torso at the community pool.
A long time ago I probably would’ve believed these statements, I would’ve given up on building a physique, because I didn’t « get it ».
They don’t communicate the way we do.
She likes your muscles, she doesn’t want to look like a slut.
She likes your muscles, she wants you to understand that without having to say it.
A huge percentage of men today are out of shape, flabby, weak. Being strong will raise your SMV significantly, especially if you’re just looking to spin plates.
« B-but I’m Indian »
« I have a jacked friend who doesn’t get laid »
« Looks don’t matter »
As a man, your body is one of the only things you can actually control.
Set a goal.
Eat right. Eat. Eat. EAT.
Lift heavy ass fucking weight. Lift 5 times a week. Sleep at least 8 hours. Be consistent.
Don’t tell anyone that you’re working out. Don’t post your shitty physique on social media, just shut the fuck up and lift.
Do this for a year, then come back and tell me that women don’t like it.
At the end of the day, she’ll tell Billy Beta that he’s perfect the way he is, as she denies him sex and lets him chase her.
But Chad knows better, he knows that she’s drooling, because muscles on a man are like tits and ass on a woman.