EyeBRollin
Master Don Juan
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Any thoughts on Jessica Vestal from love is blind? Looks to be in the 8-9ish range?
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
She was trying to sell you a shirt at the Mexican Western store wasn't she? ;-)View attachment 12347 View attachment 12348 View attachment 12349
latinas are the holy nectar of female breed.
future wifey right there
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.
Latinas have insane hips and assesView attachment 12347 View attachment 12348 View attachment 12349
latinas are the holy nectar of female breed.
future wifey right there
Yes. It comes from their African DNA. Have you ever been to South Africa? The native Bantu women have the biggest natural hips and asses on the planet.Latinas have insane hips and asses
South Africa specifically? Not familiar with Bantu women, no. I did go on a date with a west African woman and she had massive hips too but not quite that "hourglass" shape seen with other women, she was overall kind of just bulky in that region, wasn't a fan.Yes. It comes from their African DNA. Have you ever been to South Africa? The native Bantu women have the biggest natural hips and asses on the planet
She aint no dang on 8 brotha. She is a 6/10 at best. Now it makes me worried about the chicks yall be bragging about lol.I wouldn’t give her a 10 but she is nice looking.
Agreed. Nice looking lady. For me she is an 8.
Her face is a 10/10
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
She’s wearing little makeup. Face is 6-7ish, body is a 9. That’s an 8 brotherShe aint no dang on 8 brotha. She is a 6/10 at best. Now it makes me worried about the chicks yall be bragging about lol.
Joke. Shes aight.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Poor thing needs a refund.Tits are awful.
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.