Hey guys,

The last few months I’ve been going through a very rough patch that has left me anxious, depressed, and with no desire to approach girls. Slowly, I’ve managed to get myself to start going out again with friends.

Last night I met up with a new friend of mine, his girlfriend, and two of his male friends at a bar. We had a couple drinks then moved on to another place, which was much more lively. After a couple more drinks my friend wanted to take a walk around the place looking for girls for me knowing that I was single. As it turns out, two of the other guys were too (but evidently had no game, like me) and we all eventually found a three set that looked approachable.

The problem was, I went from completely hating myself several hours earlier to somehow out having fun with my friends and looking to approach a group of girls, something I hadn’t done in literally months. I though back to my college days (I’m 27 now) when I used to study game and pickup and wracked my brain for an opener, anything. I half expected one of my friends to open and sort of pull me into the set since I was having a tough time getting going, but we continued ruminating amongst ourselves for about 15 minutes.

At this point I knew we were doomed, going purely off of Mystery’s “three second rule,” which states that once a set has been spotted, you have three seconds to approach before the opportunity evaporates. I knew the longer we stood there talking, the worse our chances would be. At this point, the girls were looking at us with semi-interest but could tell that we were working up the balls to go over there, which did not help us.

Finally my friend (with the girlfriend) said “if you’re gonna approach, now’s the time to do it,” and I just said “fuck it” and walked up to the three girls and said “so, you girls from around here?” I know it was shit and I pulled it out of my ass, but at least I opened. The minute I opened my mouth, all three girls were looking at me like “why are you talking to us right now...” I pushed as long as I could until my two friends joined the set, but we eventually crashed and burned.

So yeah, it was painful. And I fell short. But you know what? I’m proud of myself for even opening the set. Even if I got shot down, it was a step in the right direction. The fact that I couldn’t even get out of bed that day and go to work and I ended up opening a set that night is a huge victory for me. I intend to keep going out and approaching more girls.

I know it sounds stupid, but with the place I’ve been in, I view last night as 100 percent a victory.

Be well guys.