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white-space:nowrap;\n}\n.sticky a:focus-visible{outline:3px solid #fff;outline-offset:2px}\nbody{padding-bottom:78px}\n\n@media (max-width:520px){\n body{font-size:18px}\n section{padding:44px 0}\n .now{font-size:36px}\n .sticky .t{font-size:13px}\n .sticky a{padding:10px 15px;font-size:13px}\n}\n@media (prefers-reduced-motion:reduce){\n *{transition:none!important;scroll-behavior:auto!important}\n}\n<\/style>\n\n<header class=\"hero\">\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <p class=\"eyebrow\">For the woman who keeps meeting \"serious men of God\"<\/p>\n <h1>You keep meeting serious men of God. So why do you keep grieving alone?<\/h1>\n <p class=\"sub\">A letter from Lady F \u2014 about the eleven months, the four years, and the filter I wish someone had handed me sooner.<\/p>\n <img decoding=\"async\" class=\"hero-img\" src=\"https:\/\/revivalchristianforum.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Woman_holding_lifestyle_book_2K_202608202257.jpeg\" alt=\"A woman holding Don't Date Church Boys\">\n <div class=\"badges\">\n <span>\ud83d\udd12 Secure checkout<\/span>\n <span>\ud83d\udce5 Instant download<\/span>\n <span>\ud83e\udd2b Discreet billing<\/span>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/header>\n\n<section>\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <p class=\"lede\">If you've ever sat in your car after service, mascara half-gone, wondering what exactly you did wrong this time \u2014 sis, breathe. You didn't do anything wrong. You just kept trusting the wrong evidence.<\/p>\n\n <p>Here's what your week probably looks like right now.<\/p>\n\n <p>You meet a man at church who prays beautifully, serves faithfully, and somehow always knows the right scripture to say. Something in you lights up \u2014 <em>finally.<\/em> You let yourself hope again, even though hoping has cost you before.<\/p>\n\n <p>Weeks or months later, the mask slips. Maybe it's a tone he uses with someone who can't do anything for him. Maybe it's a promise he keeps revising. Maybe it's a scripture verse he suddenly deploys the moment you raise a concern.<\/p>\n\n <p>By the time it ends, you're not just heartbroken. You're exhausted in a very specific, very quiet way \u2014 the way only a woman who has done this three or four times already can be exhausted.<\/p>\n\n <p>And through all of it, everyone has an opinion about your husband search except the one person who actually has to live inside it. Your aunty is asking if there's \"a young man in the church\" for you. Your mother is calling with a name and a title attached. Your cousin \u2014 younger than you \u2014 just got married on her first serious relationship.<\/p>\n\n <p>You are not confused about your faith. You are not confused about what a good marriage should look like. You are just tired of grading men on a system that keeps failing you.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n<section class=\"alt\">\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <h2>Here's what nobody told you<\/h2>\n\n <p><strong>You were never bad at discernment.<\/strong> You were using the wrong evidence \u2014 the same evidence almost every Christian woman around you has also been trained to use.<\/p>\n\n <p>Church culture, without ever voting on it, decided a long time ago that visible service equals spiritual maturity. The usher gets noticed. The prayer chain leader gets noticed. The man who prophesies over you at 2 a.m. at a vigil gets noticed. The quiet man serving faithfully with no title, no mic, no audience \u2014 he doesn't get noticed at all.<\/p>\n\n <p>So when you meet a man, you're not actually evaluating <em>him.<\/em> You're evaluating his platform. His reputation. His vocabulary. The verdict your family and your church already reached before you even sat down for the first conversation.<\/p>\n\n <div class=\"pull\">Performance is easy to fake. It only has to hold up in a room with an audience. Character is what's left standing in the rooms with no audience at all.<\/div>\n\n <p>That's the mechanism. That's why this keeps happening, over and over, to smart, prayerful, discerning women \u2014 women exactly like you.<\/p>\n\n <p>And once you can see it, you can't unsee it. Which means you finally have a real filter instead of a borrowed one.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n<section>\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <h2>My story<\/h2>\n\n <p>I need to tell you the whole thing, because you deserve more than a polished testimony. You deserve to see exactly how far off my own discernment was before I rebuilt it.<\/p>\n\n <p>It was an all-night vigil in Lagos \u2014 the kind that starts at 10 p.m. with worship and ends at 5 a.m. with everybody's voice gone. Around 2 a.m., a man named Emeka walked over to where I was kneeling, laid a hand near my shoulder, and said, <em>\"The Lord has been speaking to me about you.\"<\/em><\/p>\n\n <p>I didn't sleep that night. Not because I was praying, though I told everyone I was. I was already decorating a wedding I hadn't been proposed to.<\/p>\n\n <p>Emeka was, by every visible measure, a serious man of God. He led the youth prayer chain. He fasted twice a week and mentioned it just humbly enough that you noticed. He could pray for forty-five minutes without repeating himself. Our pastor once called him \"a solid brother\" from the pulpit without naming him, and everyone in the third row knew exactly who he meant.<\/p>\n\n <p>Four months in, I was in his car after a Sunday service when a teenage usher knocked on the window with a question about the roster. Emeka answered him without turning his head \u2014 short, faintly irritated, a tone I'd never heard him use on anyone who mattered. It lasted four seconds. I filed it away and then, if I'm honest, worked hard to forget it, because forgetting was easier than reconciling it with the fasting and the forty-five-minute prayers.<\/p>\n\n <p>Eleven months after that vigil, I was the one consoling him on the phone after he broke things off \u2014 because \"the Lord had released him to focus on ministry.\" Same Lord. Different Tuesday. I remember standing in my kitchen thinking: <em>does God really change His mind this often, or does Emeka?<\/em><\/p>\n\n <div class=\"method\">\n <span class=\"tag\">What failed \u2014 method one<\/span>\n <p>Trusting spiritual reputation as if it were character. If he prayed well and served visibly, I assumed the rest of him was equally solid. I never once checked.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <p>Six weeks after Emeka, my mother called with a name. \"Tobi,\" she said. \"Deaconess Bisi's nephew. Very serious boy. Pastor even mentioned him in a men's meeting.\" A pause, the kind designed to let the weight of that settle. \"He's asked about you.\"<\/p>\n\n <p>We had dinner, arranged by our mothers with the precision of a state visit. Tobi was perfectly pleasant \u2014 held the door, prayed briefly before we ate, mentioned unprompted that he served on the men's welfare committee. By dessert I'd already mentally moved him three steps down a path I had no evidence he belonged on.<\/p>\n\n <p>Nothing went wrong at that dinner, exactly. We simply weren't right for each other. But I noticed something uncomfortable sitting across from him: I wasn't evaluating Tobi at all. I was ratifying a decision my family and our church had already made on my behalf.<\/p>\n\n <div class=\"method\">\n <span class=\"tag\">What failed \u2014 method two<\/span>\n <p>Outsourcing my discernment to family and church vetting, as if an aunty's pride or a pastor's passing comment could substitute for my own honest observation.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <p>Then came Debo. Four years of Debo.<\/p>\n\n <p>We met at a business seminar in Lagos, all PowerPoint slides about \"kingdom entrepreneurship.\" Debo was magnetic in a way Emeka never was \u2014 he had a five-year plan for a logistics company that would one day employ hundreds and fund a clinic back in his mother's village. He talked about it the way other men talk about football, with numbers and timelines that sounded, to a twenty-eight-year-old woman who wanted badly to believe in something, like a blueprint rather than a dream.<\/p>\n\n <p>Year one, it was \"about to launch, pending one more investor meeting.\" Year two, \"delayed because of the economy, but the Lord showed me it's still coming.\" Year three, he'd taken a full-time job \"temporarily, just to build capital.\"<\/p>\n\n <p>I became fluent in a specific translation. When Debo said \"when,\" I heard \"eventually.\" When he said \"the Lord showed me,\" I heard <em>\"I want this to be true and I'm borrowing God's authority to make the wanting sound like certainty.\"<\/em><\/p>\n\n <p>I want to be honest about what those four years actually cost, because nobody talks about this part enough. I stopped applying for a promotion I was qualified for, because I'd quietly built my five-year plan around his. Two of my closest friendships thinned out, because every free evening was either with Debo or recovering from a conversation about Debo. I stopped sleeping properly for stretches at a time, doing math in my head about timelines that kept moving. By year four, I didn't recognize the confident twenty-eight-year-old who'd walked into that seminar.<\/p>\n\n <p>By then I was sitting in a parked car outside my own flat, engine off, doing math I'd been avoiding for months. If his business launched on the newest revised timeline, I'd be thirty-three before we could even seriously discuss marriage. Thirty-three. Four years past where I'd started.<\/p>\n\n <div class=\"method\">\n <span class=\"tag\">What failed \u2014 method three<\/span>\n <p>Falling in love with a man's potential instead of the man actually in front of me. I kept a five-year vision alive for four straight years, while the present-tense Debo never actually changed.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <p>I left Debo four months after that math in the car. And almost immediately, fear did what fear does. At my younger cousin Funmi's wedding, an aunty took my hand between both of hers and said, <em>\"Don't worry, your own will come. But don't be too selective o. Time is not on our side as women. Once he's saved, once he treats you well, marry the man.\"<\/em><\/p>\n\n <p>That night, sitting in my car outside my own flat for the second time in this story, I opened my phone and sent a warm reply to a man named Kunle \u2014 decent, pleasant, someone from my fellowship I'd been deliberately not encouraging for three months, because there was nothing wrong with him and also nothing that made my chest do anything at all.<\/p>\n\n <div class=\"method\">\n <span class=\"tag\">What failed \u2014 method four<\/span>\n <p>Lowering my standard under age pressure and calling it maturity. It took two pleasant, unremarkable dates with Kunle to recognize the dressing for what it was.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <p>Somewhere in the middle of all this, I also tried the method most of us try alone, at night, when nobody's watching: I read every Christian relationship book I could find. Pray more. Speak it into existence. Become \"wife material\" \u2014 cook a certain way, soften a certain opinion, perform a curated gentleness because that's supposedly what serious men are drawn to.<\/p>\n\n <div class=\"method\">\n <span class=\"tag\">What failed \u2014 method five<\/span>\n <p>Generic Christian relationship advice. None of it helped me in a car park at 2 a.m. when a man was deciding whether to be honest with me or perform for me. The books gave me formulas. I needed a filter.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <p>Five failed methods. Eleven months, six weeks, four years, one almost-message to Kunle, and a stack of books that never once told me what to actually watch for. By thirty-three, I wasn't just single. I was tired in a way that had started to feel permanent \u2014 the kind of tired where you begin to wonder if something is wrong with <em>you<\/em>, rather than with the filter you'd been handed.<\/p>\n\n <img decoding=\"async\" class=\"daisy\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;utf8,<svg xmlns='http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg' viewBox='0 0 100 100'><g fill='none' stroke='%23A81E80' stroke-width='2.5'><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22'\/><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22' transform='rotate(72 50 50)'\/><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22' transform='rotate(144 50 50)'\/><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22' transform='rotate(216 50 50)'\/><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22' transform='rotate(288 50 50)'\/><\/g><circle cx='50' cy='50' r='8' fill='%23F2B705'\/><\/svg>\" alt=\"\">\n\n <h3>The turning point<\/h3>\n\n <p>The morning after I nearly sent Kunle that message, I woke up before my alarm and called a mentor \u2014 an older woman in my church I trusted enough to be fully honest with. I told her exactly what I'd done and why.<\/p>\n\n <p>She didn't scold me. She asked me one question I've never forgotten:<\/p>\n\n <div class=\"pull\">\"If marriage never happened for you \u2014 not never, but not for another five or ten years \u2014 what would you actually be doing with your life right now?\"<\/div>\n\n <p>I didn't have a good answer. That question is the real turning point of this whole story, more than any man ever was. I had built almost nothing sturdy enough to stand on its own, because my sense of who I was had become entangled with finding someone.<\/p>\n\n <p>So I made a quiet decision that year. I stopped treating my life as a waiting room. I paid down a debt I'd been ignoring and restarted a savings habit. I found a counselor and did the uncomfortable work of understanding why I'd stayed with Debo four years past the point my own discernment had raised flags. I recommitted to a prayer life that didn't depend on how emotionally stirred I felt. I reinvested in the friendships that had thinned out.<\/p>\n\n <p>None of it was strategy to attract a better man. All of it was about becoming whole regardless of whether a husband ever showed up to witness it.<\/p>\n\n <p>About eight months into that season, I met a man named Chuka \u2014 not at a vigil, not through a matchmaking phone call, but folding donated clothes for the church's outreach ministry on an ordinary Sunday evening. He wasn't on any roster. Nobody had ever called his name at an appreciation service.<\/p>\n\n <p>A stranger wandered in that evening asking for children's clothes. I watched Chuka treat her exactly as well as he treated our pastor five minutes later. No shift. No audience-switch.<\/p>\n\n <p>I didn't fall for him that night. It took two years of quiet, unglamorous, unwitnessed consistency before I trusted what I was seeing \u2014 a joke at my expense he apologized for plainly and never repeated. A mechanic who overcharged him for an unnecessary repair, handled firmly without a single raised voice. A Saturday morning I arrived at church early and found him alone in the sanctuary, praying about a work project and a relative's loan, in the dark, with no idea anyone was listening.<\/p>\n\n <p>I married Chuka. And almost immediately, other women started asking me the same question, over and over \u2014 at weddings, after service, in voice notes at midnight:<\/p>\n\n <div class=\"pull\">\"How did you know? How did you actually know he was different?\"<\/div>\n\n <p>I didn't have a quick answer for them either \u2014 until I sat down and wrote out, chapter by chapter, every pattern I'd spent over a decade learning to see. That document became this book.<\/p>\n\n <p><strong>Not a theory. Not a formula. The actual, specific, observable filter I wish someone had handed me before Emeka ever walked over to where I was kneeling.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n<section class=\"alt\">\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <h2>What actually changed, and when<\/h2>\n <ul class=\"tl\">\n <li>\n <span class=\"when\">Month 0 \u2014 the question<\/span>\n <p>My mentor's question about what I'd build if marriage never came exposed how much of myself I'd been outsourcing to an outcome I couldn't control.<\/p>\n <\/li>\n <li>\n <span class=\"when\">Weeks 1\u20138 \u2014 rebuilding<\/span>\n <p>Financial discipline. A prayer life that didn't depend on how stirred I felt. Friendships I'd let thin out. None of it about attracting a man \u2014 all of it about becoming whole regardless.<\/p>\n <\/li>\n <li>\n <span class=\"when\">Month 8 \u2014 the donated clothes<\/span>\n <p>I met a man who treated a stranger exactly as well as he treated our pastor, and I finally had the language to notice why that mattered more than anything I'd been taught to look for.<\/p>\n <\/li>\n <li>\n <span class=\"when\">Years 1\u20132 \u2014 testing the filter<\/span>\n <p>Every chapter of this book got tested against a real relationship before I trusted it enough to write it down.<\/p>\n <\/li>\n <li>\n <span class=\"when\">Now \u2014 married, filter in hand<\/span>\n <p>What took me over a decade of trial and error to piece together, you can read in an afternoon.<\/p>\n <\/li>\n <\/ul>\n <\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n<section class=\"soft\">\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <h2>What women are saying<\/h2>\n\n <div class=\"review\">\n <div class=\"stars\">\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605<\/div>\n <div class=\"meta\">Lagos, Nigeria \u2014 2 weeks ago<\/div>\n <p>\"I compared chapter 3 to my ex and chapter 8 to the man I'm seeing now. It was hard to sit with the difference, but at least now I actually know what to watch for. This book is worth every kobo.\"<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <div class=\"review\">\n <div class=\"stars\">\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605<\/div>\n <div class=\"meta\">Accra, Ghana \u2014 5 days ago<\/div>\n <p>\"I won't lie, this book hurt a little before it healed me. The part about 'potential is not a person' undid me \u2014 I spent three years loving someone's potential and never actually dated the man in front of me. Necessary read.\"<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <div class=\"review\">\n <div class=\"stars\">\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605<\/div>\n <div class=\"meta\">Port Harcourt, Nigeria \u2014 3 weeks ago<\/div>\n <p>\"My mother used to say I was too picky. After I showed her the scriptural standards chapter, even she admitted she'd been pushing me toward 'he's saved' alone and forgetting that was never the whole test. It's changed how she talks to me now too.\"<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <div class=\"review\">\n <div class=\"stars\">\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605<\/div>\n <div class=\"meta\">Nairobi, Kenya \u2014 1 month ago<\/div>\n <p>\"I have read many Christian relationship books but this one is different, it does not just tell you what to look for, it tells you why you kept missing it. The chapter on fear versus faith really got me, I was settling and calling it maturity. Very grateful I found this.\"<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <div class=\"review\">\n <div class=\"stars\">\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605\u2605<\/div>\n <div class=\"meta\">Abuja, Nigeria \u2014 6 days ago<\/div>\n <p>\"E choke when I reach the chapter about the man wey dey serve for donated clothes ministry. I no go lie I don start to notice small small things about my guy wey I don ignore before \u2014 the good ones sha, not the bad ones this time. I finally understand wetin 'watch, no just listen' mean.\"<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n<section>\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <h2>Don't Date Church Boys<\/h2>\n <p class=\"lede\">The Christian Woman's Guide to Finding Her Own Husband<\/p>\n\n <p>Twelve chapters across four parts \u2014 the complete filter, laid out exactly the way I finally learned it. Every chapter closes with a reflection and a prayer, so it's a book you sit with, not one you read once and shelve.<\/p>\n\n <h3>Introduction \u2014 Testimony Time<\/h3>\n <p>Where it all started, and the one diagnostic question that runs through the entire book: <em>is his faith a performance for an audience, or a discipline when no one's watching?<\/em><\/p>\n\n <div class=\"part\">\n <span class=\"part-name\">Part One \u2014 The Performance<\/span>\n <ul class=\"chapters\">\n <li><b>What Is a \"Church Boy\"?<\/b> The exact difference between looking saved and being sanctified.<\/li>\n <li><b>Scriptural Standards for a Husband, Not Church Attendance Standards.<\/b> The real biblical bar \u2014 not the community shorthand for it.<\/li>\n <li><b>Red Flags Disguised as Spiritual Gifts.<\/b> How charisma and scripture get used as a weapon instead of a mirror.<\/li>\n <\/ul>\n <\/div>\n\n <div class=\"part\">\n <span class=\"part-name\">Part Two \u2014 Why We Keep Falling<\/span>\n <ul class=\"chapters\">\n <li><b>Potential Is Not a Person.<\/b> Why loving a man's five-year plan isn't the same as loving the man.<\/li>\n <li><b>The Fear Behind the Compromise.<\/b> The difference between settling and waiting well.<\/li>\n <li><b>Church Culture's Trap.<\/b> Why the whole system rewards visibility over character \u2014 and why you have permission to hold a standard it doesn't enforce.<\/li>\n <\/ul>\n <\/div>\n\n <div class=\"part\">\n <span class=\"part-name\">Part Three \u2014 The Real Signs<\/span>\n <ul class=\"chapters\">\n <li><b>The Same Man in Private as in Public.<\/b> What to actually watch for when nobody's auditing him.<\/li>\n <li><b>How He Handles Correction, Conflict & Power.<\/b> The single most useful test in the entire book.<\/li>\n <li><b>Discipline Over Vocabulary.<\/b> Why private prayer, money habits, and unstructured time tell you more than any testimony ever will.<\/li>\n <\/ul>\n <\/div>\n\n <div class=\"part\">\n <span class=\"part-name\">Part Four \u2014 Positioning Yourself<\/span>\n <ul class=\"chapters\">\n <li><b>Becoming the Woman a Real Man Would Recognize.<\/b> The difference between \"wife material\" and actually becoming whole.<\/li>\n <li><b>Guarding Discernment Without Becoming Cynical.<\/b> How not to swing so far the other way that you disqualify the good ones too.<\/li>\n <li><b>Praying With Eyes Open.<\/b> How to wait actively instead of pausing your whole life.<\/li>\n <\/ul>\n <\/div>\n\n <h3>Closing \u2014 To the Woman Still Believing<\/h3>\n <p>A closing word, not a chapter recap \u2014 written for whatever season you're actually in right now.<\/p>\n\n <p><strong>One filter you'll be able to use the very next time a man opens his mouth about God in front of you.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n<section class=\"alt tight\">\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <div class=\"guarantee\">\n <span class=\"seal\">60-day money-back guarantee<\/span>\n <h2>If it doesn't help, I don't want your money<\/h2>\n <p>Read it honestly \u2014 the reflections, the prayers, all of it. Apply it to whatever is actually happening in your life right now.<\/p>\n <p>If it hasn't given you real, usable clarity within 60 days, write to me and I'll refund you in full. No interrogation, no guilt trip.<\/p>\n <p style=\"margin-bottom:0\"><strong>I'm not worried about that conversation. I wrote this book to be used, not just purchased.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n<section>\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <h2>Two ways this goes from here<\/h2>\n\n <div class=\"opt opt-1\">\n <h4>Option 1 \u2014 You close this page<\/h4>\n <p>Nothing changes. You go back to the same filter that's already failed you three or four times \u2014 grading men on reputation, on family approval, on how beautifully they pray in public.<\/p>\n <p>The next man who prophesies over you, or gets your mother's approval through a deaconess you've never met, or quotes scripture the moment you raise a concern \u2014 you'll still want to trust him. Because you'll still be using the old answer key.<\/p>\n <p>A year from now, you're at another wedding. Same aunty, same hand on yours, same tired advice. One year further from the discernment that could have protected you.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <div class=\"opt opt-2\">\n <h4>Option 2 \u2014 You act right now<\/h4>\n <p>You get the book today, while the feeling that brought you this far down the page is still fresh.<\/p>\n <p>Twenty-one days from now, you're not a different person \u2014 you're a clearer one. You've read all twelve chapters, sat with the reflections, maybe cried through one or two the way I did writing them.<\/p>\n <p>The next time a man's charisma tries to stand in for his character, you'll notice the gap the way you'd notice a wrong note in a song you know by heart.<\/p>\n <p><strong>And whether your own Chuka is already in your life, quietly overlooked, or still months away \u2014 you'll finally be equipped to see him when he shows up.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n <div class=\"pricebox\">\n <span class=\"was\">\u20a611,499<\/span><span class=\"now\">\u20a64,750<\/span>\n <a class=\"cta\" href=\"https:\/\/selar.com\/churchboys\">Get instant access \u2192<\/a>\n <p class=\"scarcity\">Price returns to \u20a611,499 after the next 50 sales.<\/p>\n <p class=\"trust\">\ud83d\udd12 Secure checkout \u00b7 \ud83d\udce5 Instant download \u00b7 \ud83e\udd2b Discreet billing<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n<section class=\"soft tight\">\n <div class=\"wrap\">\n <p>Sis, I don't know your exact story. But I know its shape, because it used to be mine.<\/p>\n <p>Pray with your eyes open. I'll see you on the inside.<\/p>\n <p class=\"signoff\">\u2014 Lady F<\/p>\n\n <img decoding=\"async\" class=\"daisy\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;utf8,<svg xmlns='http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg' viewBox='0 0 100 100'><g fill='none' stroke='%23A81E80' stroke-width='2.5'><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22'\/><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22' transform='rotate(72 50 50)'\/><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22' transform='rotate(144 50 50)'\/><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22' transform='rotate(216 50 50)'\/><ellipse cx='50' cy='26' rx='11' ry='22' transform='rotate(288 50 50)'\/><\/g><circle cx='50' cy='50' r='8' fill='%23F2B705'\/><\/svg>\" alt=\"\">\n\n <p class=\"ps\"><b>P.S.<\/b> \u2014 You're covered by a full 60-day guarantee. If this book doesn't genuinely help you, I'll refund you, no hard feelings. There's no version of this where trying it costs you anything.<\/p>\n <p class=\"ps\"><b>P.P.S.<\/b> \u2014 The price goes back to \u20a611,499 after the next 50 sales. This isn't a countdown clock designed to rush you. It's just the real number, and once it's hit, it's hit.<\/p>\n <p class=\"ps\"><b>P.P.P.S.<\/b> \u2014 Whatever you decide, please stop grading men by a filter that's already failed you. 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