Keeping this in askmrp due to the content and it being a basic pillar, i.e. nothing new here.

The requirements you need to meet to even look like you lift is so low nowadays, it’s an embarrassment.

Regardless it’s one of the most central tenets, lifting/diet and having some sense of what you are doing is putting you ahead of a large % of the men I see today and I reside is pretty large metropolitan area.

Which leads me to my wife’s friend, Julie, who she has known for a number of years. Julie is in college, quite the feminist but dates otherwise, which should be of no surprise to anyone here. Now Julie is super cute would consider her a notch below my wife.

We could delve more into my on going saga with her but it’s irrelevant to this particular story

Now Julie and my wife had plans one weekend afternoon. I left to go to the gym before she arrived, and honestly thought they’d both be gone by the time I made it home.

I arrive home and they are still clucking away downstairs, both greet me, and I acknowledge them both, but I’m more focused on getting a shake in because god knows I’m going catabolic just from the 10 minute drive home.

After I discarded my hoodie upstairs, I travel back downstairs just in my tank and sweats and that’s when it starts.

I’m preparing my shake, and begin telling my wife and Julie a story about an acquaintance of mine (Alicia) a younger medical professional.

While I’m telling this story, I’m making eye contact with both of them, but Julie is visibly getting unsettled, she can’t sit still in her chair, shifting around and immediately goes quiet, as soon as her eye catches mine it’s down with this little half smile she has.....textbook. Now as my story is progressing it’s getting more noticeable, now my wife has honed in on it. Julie wants to look but can’t bring herself to even act normal. Julie has always been good with the IOIs typically, and always seemed confident with it in a playful manner. But this time was different, she refused to hold anything with me, she was lost. Disinterest right.

It was written all over her face, her body, her mannerisms, doing everything she could to hide the obvious, but physically her body would not let her.

Now I’m not a massive guy, I don’t consider myself jacked, I’m 5’10 about 195/200 and lean, aesthetic is my only concern. Think men’s npc bikini division, and I comfortably stay 8-10 weeks out year round, and I just got done working out so I still got half a gay pump going on with some good dick skin vascularity.

Noticing what’s going on I ask Julie if she wants a popsicle, like a little kid.....of course she does. I grab her one from the freezer and hand it to her, she can’t even open it right, she has it upside down, the fucking wrapper is clear. This chick is grasping for anything. Finally she gets it right, “there ya go, good job”.

Now she’s got the popsicle, apparently sucking on something is helping her mellow out, who would have thought.

After my story is finished the wife and Julie head up stairs and shortly thereafter she leaves.

Now I keep my mouth shut. Don’t say anything about Julie having a minor meltdown because I know my wife all too well....she is going to bring it up in about 5 minutes.

And like clockwork “I’ve never seen her act like that before, and as soon as we went upstairs she started to ask about how we knew Alicia....She has a crush on you”

God help my wife.

We all know what this shit is.

Yes of course I got fucking laid that night.

But this is why you lift, this chick literally couldn’t contain herself, she was that uncomfortable. Humble brag or not it got me laid. And what did I do? I just showed up and was myself.

I wasn’t flirting with her in front of my wife, barely even addressed her, I wasn’t overthinking the situation or looking to capitalize, I told some half ass engaging story and kept my mouth fucking shut. And then went about my business, result was it spun the wife’s hamster to see her friend in a tizzy.

This shit can be that simple if you put the work in and lift.

It pays dividends.