Alpha and beta are not set in stone, but rather in slight fluctuation (the more alpha, the less flux) based on context. For example, take a look at this now classic photo of Vladimir Putin meeting with a biker gang leader:
Obviously Putin is a super alpha (he’s no pushover president), but in this context the difference is normalized. In other words, your environment – along with your status therein – goes a long way to display your street cred.
The latest score was largely a result of being a contextual alpha with massive social proof. It was a Saturday night, I was off work, and some friends were coming in from out of town to party. Two of the girls I had history with from way back. One I went on a couple dates with but decided she was too ditzy, and I really wanted her twin (who was involved at the time). Shortly thereafter the twin broke it off with her guy, we got together, and did the dirty. Unfortunately I was still very beta back then and developed ONEitis for my soon to be LTR stripper, promptly cutting off contact with all other girls.
Fast forward a few years. We stayed in touch thanks to Facebook and she informed me that they were coming down for a night out. Naturally, I was excited to catch up and offered my bar on account of cheap drinks (and I know everyone, so I’m guaranteed a good time). Both twins are married. The one I banged is newly separated but still in the dumps about it. The one I denied still wants me, but is somewhat happily married. I say wants me because the entire night she was talking to me, remembered all the details from a date years ago, initiated kino, and the second her friends bounced to the bathroom stuck her tongue down my throat. This is nothing new, but I was pleasantly surprised nonetheless.
Throughout the night I was bouncing from group to group; I literally knew almost everyone there. A few particularly hot prospects I’m still ‘working on’ (cocktail girls, regulars, etc) were there on a girl’s night out and wouldn’t stop giving me hugs. At one point they pulled up my shirt to get a photo with my abs. Yes, having an exceptional body goes a long way, especially when most of America is fat.
Unfortunately the girls had to leave, although the other twin was very DTF. Her husband – a smart fellow – was the DD, let them have their fun, but made sure to pick them up. And he did the right thing, cause I’d have fucked her. They bounced fairly early and I was by no means done with my night. I immediately noticed a former cocktail waitress – who I met once months ago – was in attendance. We chatted a bit before and I asked her out but never got a response, so I promptly forgot.
Later 20′s, super tight body (admitted to working out regularly – wish more girls would follow suit), pretty face, and has a younger sister who’s sadly enthralled with her boyfriend. It’s ok, one day I’ll get her too. Anyway, it was like reconnecting with an old friend. She had been there a couple hours and saw a good deal of what transpired with ‘my girls’ and the mini photoshoot with her sister, but social proof is just that: the more women want you, the more additional women will want you.
I began by calling her out on never getting back to me in a playful manner, but really it was all for show. We had both been drinking and I decided to fast track the kino. Since we’d met before I put my arm around her waist and pulled her in immediately. She was ok with me inside her personal space, so I pressed on. A few minutes later I kiss closed (just a quicky). I don’t remember exactly what was said leading up to it, but I just felt there was no reason to drag out a sure thing.
I told her since she’s so busy we should hang out tonight, to which she agreed. I finished my beer and we left. It was maybe 10-15 minutes at the bar from hello to extraction. When we got back to my place, I made my customary drink, put on some music, turned the lights down, and within minutes we were banging – the rest of the night.
There was no resistance, no challenges to overcome, no shields to lower because all the work was already done for me via environment (and the other girls making me feel like a boss). Once you’ve been a contextual alpha – for however long – you’ll understand. They come to you.