We’ve already determined that a man’s primary motivation to lift weights is the acquisition of extra attractiveness burdened with the task to trigger a very specific hormonal response within the female body. That applies to married [taken] men too regardless of what they say.
A long time ago, when my sets were hard enough to demand breaks, I overheard the conversation of a dude with his wife while I was bench pressing.
They were talking about a concert or some other live event. After hanging up, the guy proceeded to train his hamstrings in the corner with all the leg machines. A young female in her 20s was already there. She was ugly but had makeup and was a woman and that made her beautiful.
To this day, I can feel the sexual tension between them. The guy was constantly searching for her thighs wrapped in tight yoga pants.
His arms were his best body part. He began flexing them in front of the mirror even though he was training his legs – I don’t think that was a coincidence and neither should you.
When she sat on the adductor machine and commenced to open her legs rhythmically, almost as if she was inviting him to visit her temple, the guy had to force himself really hard to look away. Now, you are probably wondering why I remember this story with such great detail, but that’s a conversation for another post. Just don’t forget that all people want to be admired. I can prove it.
You’ve probably heard of the book Robinson Crusoe written by Daniel Defoe. I think I read it when I was a kid, but even if I haven’t, it’s all good. I don’t need fresh memories to tell you that Crusoe didn’t care about his deadlift max. I assure you. Google it. [ I did…or did I?]
Why wasn’t Crusoe lifting? It’s really simple. Because bodybuilding is the last thing that a man on a deserted island would do. And if you were in his position, alone with the ghosts, you wouldn’t perform planned deadlifts and squats either.
Why? Because people behave vastly differently when no one is watching.
NEVER BULK, BRAH!
One of the absolute worst things that you can do to become more good-looking is to lift heavy and “bulk up”. By stuffing yourself with calories and attempting to break your joints with the help of a barbell, you are setting yourself for a failure of the highest order because your actions do not have the causality that you expect of them. The only substance that you will gain is fat, lots of it.
Back in my permabulking days, when my heart was speeding after missing a meal, I was in my ugliest form. I was fat, watery and bloated. One time, a girl touched her chin while gazing at me; she was probably scared and checking whether she had the same lard-induced deformity.
As a fat man, I had great strength, although it feels weird to call myself strong. As we all know, everyone on the Internet is benching 225lbs like it’s a feather after 3 months of doing Ice Cream 5×5 or PopTard 3×7, but I guess I am part of the suckers. Yet I managed to deadlift over 200kg in my fat state. Today, just thinking about putting that many plates on a barbell makes me sleepy and eager to power on Battlefield 1.
Somewhat ironically, my most attractive shape was the result of prolonged and planned starvation or a “diet” if you want to use politically correct words. The plan was simple. I was eating only once a day. I did that for 10 weeks. I still lifted but didn’t invest a lot of effort into the fight against gravity.
The severe caloric restriction elicited a noticeable upgrade – my face became more attractive as my chin and hamster cheeks evaporated. My gut went away too. Sure, I was a lot weaker but nobody besides my dying permabulking soul seemed to care.
The experience taught me a great lesson:
Do what works rather than what you think you should.
[don’t tweet that]
Yet natties don’t listen. They continue to occupy the squat racks and even activate a cheat code by wrapping their fat guts with ultra-thick leather belts approved by some guru who has a fetish for hairy powerlifters.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be a permabulker ever gain.
Controlled starvation has given me way better results than eating “like a real man”.
And no, I don’t care about losing muscle mass because I know the secret – you can’t gain much of it as a natural with imperfect genetics for muscle construction…such as mine.
But that’s fine. Why? I’ll tell you later. Actually, I won’t…because you already know.