At my new job I see quite a bit of quality tail, 8+ on a consistent basis. It seems a little
but I often check out the guys they're with more thoroughly, to try to pick up a lesson or two.
Today I was in the elevator coming down from the private rooftop, and I shared the elevator with an older guy and his chick who was smoking, solid 9 for sure. Most likely a model, big fake tits, she was glorious.
The guy opens ME up and starts asking if I'm getting ready for the party (we had a big rooftop party that evening) and, honestly, I don't remember everything he said. There was something about the way he talked, his voice filled the elevator and reverberated, thought it wasn't what you called loud. He was extremely dominant in the conversation but not in a way that was dick-swinging or douchey. He was probably 50+, a bigger guy for sure and not in good shape. He was dressed comfortably in a linen shirt and white shorts, and kept his hand on his girl's lower back. He most likely had money, but I've seen enough rich dudes with gold diggers to be able to sense the girl's attraction. The girl in the elevator definitely seemed very, very into him and I didn't get the gold digger vibe at all. The best way I could describe him is the dos equis most interesting man in the world.
It's not often that I'm taken aback and think to myself, "Damn. That guy was a serious fucking alpha." But I did today. I think it's important to have those moments of recognition so you can see what it truly means. Those older cats with the smoking hotties in their early 20s can teach you a lot. Being alpha is not being aggro. It's being cool but dominant at the same time, and the first thing I thought of at the time is how much I wanted to go out to the bar and internalize what I'd witnessed.
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Today I was in the elevator coming down from the private rooftop, and I shared the elevator with an older guy and his chick who was smoking, solid 9 for sure. Most likely a model, big fake tits, she was glorious.
The guy opens ME up and starts asking if I'm getting ready for the party (we had a big rooftop party that evening) and, honestly, I don't remember everything he said. There was something about the way he talked, his voice filled the elevator and reverberated, thought it wasn't what you called loud. He was extremely dominant in the conversation but not in a way that was dick-swinging or douchey. He was probably 50+, a bigger guy for sure and not in good shape. He was dressed comfortably in a linen shirt and white shorts, and kept his hand on his girl's lower back. He most likely had money, but I've seen enough rich dudes with gold diggers to be able to sense the girl's attraction. The girl in the elevator definitely seemed very, very into him and I didn't get the gold digger vibe at all. The best way I could describe him is the dos equis most interesting man in the world.
It's not often that I'm taken aback and think to myself, "Damn. That guy was a serious fucking alpha." But I did today. I think it's important to have those moments of recognition so you can see what it truly means. Those older cats with the smoking hotties in their early 20s can teach you a lot. Being alpha is not being aggro. It's being cool but dominant at the same time, and the first thing I thought of at the time is how much I wanted to go out to the bar and internalize what I'd witnessed.