When I felt loneliness after graduating college, I was inspired to utilize the power of a love letter.
I have a close friend who in one week went from being a homeless couch-surfing fitness instructor to living in a fabulous apartment near the beach and driving a Porsche while decked out in the latest Valentino.
I first turned to the pickup artists after losing in love. Or, to be precise, winning—and then losing.
My 27th birthday is fast approaching and, unlike previous years, this impending age is making me feel as if I was just given a debilitating chokeslam.