Peaks&Valleys
Master Don Juan
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All I could see was the face. And based off that one face picture, I'd say her face is a 7.What was she? 5,7,9?
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
All I could see was the face. And based off that one face picture, I'd say her face is a 7.What was she? 5,7,9?
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.
First statement is true.Taste is subjective. Beauty is not.
White women are desired by all countries in the world. We can't say the same for Black women.
I can’t really see the face well in that picture. Body is definitely a 10. She’s a specimen.This for me is a 10:
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It's subjective, but I think most guys would say she's at least attractive.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Her face is very good, although her body certainly boosts her up even more.I can’t really see the face well in that picture. Body is definitely a 10. She’s a specimen.
She's unreal.Maybe not a perfect 10 in everyone's book but Giusy Meloni. I guess as a half sicilian person I am biased towards the Italians. When I talk about really gorgeous women, this is what I have in mind looks wise and what I generally go far. I have succeeded a couple of times with beauties like this.
Fake tits are a perquisite for a 10 body. It’s damn near impossible to have that perfect fit, lean body with gigantic knockersCertainly attractive great body with exception of the fake tits. Wouldn’t kick her out of bed though.
I don’t require giant knockers. It’s all subjective however, there are women that do have tiny waists, beautiful round arses, great legs, and double D’s, that are natural that stand up.Fake tits are a perquisite for a 10 body. It’s damn near impossible to have that perfect fit, lean body with gigantic knockers
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
A gorgeous Italian beauty for sure. Lots like her are around tho, gotta hang out at the Trastevere in Rome or Milan. Reminds me I need to make a visit again to reconnect with my roots - almost a decade since I have last visited.She's unreal.
boobs are overrated lolI don’t require giant knockers. It’s all subjective however, there are women that do have tiny waists, beautiful round arses, great legs, and double D’s, that are natural that stand up.
rare, but they exist.
She's solid as wellA gorgeous Italian beauty for sure. Lots like her are around tho, gotta hang out at the Trastevere in Rome or Milan. Reminds me I need to make a visit again to reconnect with my roots - almost a decade since I have last visited.
No man, her toes barely fit in her shoes! j/k thats a 10 in my book.A gorgeous Italian beauty for sure. Lots like her are around tho, gotta hang out at the Trastevere in Rome or Milan. Reminds me I need to make a visit again to reconnect with my roots - almost a decade since I have last visited.
I'm meant to be going to Rome in September. Although, I will be with my gf so I'll be slightly hindered from the local attractions somewhat...A gorgeous Italian beauty for sure. Lots like her are around tho, gotta hang out at the Trastevere in Rome or Milan. Reminds me I need to make a visit again to reconnect with my roots - almost a decade since I have last visited.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Remove all the makup and she's a 6......
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.