Not just dinners or errands. I mean intentionally putting yourself in rooms where you meet new people. It can be events, gatherings, parties, networking, or social nights.

I am 40 years old, and a virgin. I discovered self-improvement and pickup at the age of 17, and studied diligently, and practiced it. I put 3000 cold approaches under my belt, before I even graduated college. And I continued after that - just stopped counting. I have put in the work. SOOOOO much fucking work. And gotten NOTHING from it. Not even a DATE. Not one woman being sexually interested in me for one split SECOND. EVER. I fantasize about suicide. Every day. All day. I don't want to be here anymore. I started fixing my instagram, but I can't post any photos with girls, because I don't know any girls. I DON'T KNOW ANY GIRLS. I AM 40 FUCKING YEARS OLD, AND I'VE NEVER HAD A FEMALE FRIEND. This is wrong. It's wrong and I want out. This life is pointless. It's evil. Being born was evil and wrong. Everything is wrong.

Hi everyone, In the interest of personal development, I am starting a daily journal on here. I'll post new entries at the bottom of the thread. Feel free to comment on anything I write. A few times in my life, when I've taken goals or projects VERY seriously, I have kept a journal, which makes me more committed to the process. As I mentioned, moving from the DC area to Sothern California is a big move for me and I'm ready to start a new phase / chapter of my life. Each day when I post, I'll highlight the key things I did that day and any thoughts, musings, or recaps of social events observations. I want to keep this journal out in the open so others can see it, and I can hold myself more accountable. -Sanders

I clicked the link Michael posted in the zoom call, and it took me to a "social audit"... and it asked me a few questions... and then it said "We will contact you shortly." But... I didn't enter an email address. Or a phone number. How is anyone gonna contact me?

When you feel drained or maybe confused or stuck what makes you hop out of bed and say “fuck it! I’m doing what I’ve been trying to do all week!”??