What Men’s Peer Groups reveal about intimacy, and why real brotherhood takes structure, not time.
I was leading an MPGX session with my partner, Dr. Daniel Franz. Five men online, none of whom knew each other from Adam. Virtual, the way we run it, so everyone is a face in a window and a voice in your ears. We were getting into it when one of the men stopped mid-sentence.
“Wait a minute. I recognize your background.”
I figured he meant he’d seen a place like it. A co-working space looks like every other co-working space. Then he named it. Progress Coworking. Here in Denver. I told him he was wrong, because I was at Progress Coworking. Here in Denver. Same building. Same morning. Same row of soundproof glass booths. We were less than twenty feet apart, looking at each other through screens.
You can’t make it up. Of anywhere in the world, there we were. And the roles fell the way they fell: that day I was the navigator, and he was the explorer. I had the privilege of guiding him while he did the work.
I had almost certainly walked past him on the way in. Maybe I nodded. Maybe I gave him the meaningless half-grunt men give each other in hallways, the one that costs nothing and means nothing. He probably returned it. Two strangers performing the small ritual of not-quite-acknowledging another human being. That is how most men move through the world. Proximity without contact. Adjacent and alone.
What Actually Happened in That Room
In every session we do an exploration. We take one man’s issue, the thing he is carrying that day, and we go into it. Not to fix it. We don’t give advice and we don’t tell each other what to do. We guide a man through his own process and let him arrive at his own reckoning. Then we share what his work stirred in us.
I watched this man dig into something he was struggling with. Watched him stop performing and start telling the truth. For ninety minutes, five strangers held that with him, and held their own as well. It happened through a screen, but it was never about the screen. The screen was incidental. What moved between us was not.
Enough of the Bullshit
We call it instamacy. Instant intimacy. I know how that sounds. Like a gimmick, like something you’d sell on a webinar. So let me say it plainly. I have known men for fifty years that I do not know as well as I know this man I met through a window while sitting twenty feet from him.
Sit with that, because it indicts most of how men do friendship. Decades of shared driveways and box scores and surface. Years of proximity that never once became contact. We mistake longevity for intimacy and we are wrong. Time in the same room is not the same as truth in the same room.
Instamacy is not a trick. It is what happens when you strip out the performance and give men a structure that makes honesty safer than posturing. Men do not lack the capacity for connection. They lack the conditions. Drop them into a frame that does not reward armor, and the armor comes off faster than anyone expects. The reason it felt like ninety minutes instead of ninety years is that almost nobody offers men a room where the only currency is the truth.
When it ended, the two of us walked out of those booths and found each other in the hall. I hugged him. Not the back-slapping, chest-bumping thing men do to prove they are still men while touching as little as possible. I held him and thanked him for trusting me with his heart. For the honor of bearing witness to another man’s journey. He thanked me. We looked at each other. We left as brothers.
The Verdict
You can keep nodding in hallways. You can keep mistaking proximity for connection and a long history for a real one. Most men do, right up until something breaks and they discover they built a wide life with no one standing inside it.
Or you can close the twenty feet. The man in the next booth was never a stranger. He was a brother you hadn’t bothered to meet.
That is the power of a men’s group. Not time. Not history. Structure, honesty, and a room that asks you to stop performing. The distance was always yours to close.
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