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.

Is preselection something you can grow and upgrade over time? What I mean by this is say you have access to women who are say a 6.. will having preselection IVE with 6s get you more access to 7s, or not? And when you then have IVE with 7s, does that get you access to 8s, and do you then get access to 9s etc Ie is it something you can escalate, or do you need to just be aiming for the 10s from the outset?

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.

so I'm a little depressed over an interaction I had last night. went to Austin 6th street (the main nightlife district) and started dancing with some girls. we were kinda vibing. I broke out good ol Instagram and filmed a reel of us. they looked really happy to be in it. one of the girls wanted me to send it to her. so I did but not before they left the bar. I then texted her something like "hey we should hang out, I really need friends" with the crying emoji. she proceeded to respond "no hablo ingles" and I'm pretty sure she blocked me. I was kinda joking in a self-deprecating way but I guess she thought I was desperate??? input would be nice

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!”??