I’ve lurked here for a while. I have found my own experiences strikingly validative of hypergamy theory and decided to offer up some of my history (throwaway account for the obvious reasons). Some background: I'm now in my 40s. I'm a physician in an upper-middle prestige specialty (i.e. psychiatry=low, neurosurgery=high). I'm physically fairly attractive (7-8 face, six feet tall, muscular broad-shouldered build that fluctuates from lean to about twenty pounds overweight (which I carry fairly well). I have a mix of alpha and beta tendencies but I would say that I'm considerably more weighted toward the alpha than the average male and certainly more than the average physician. I'm also an information junkie and that has led to the impression that I'm intelligent and worldly - vastly more than the average man and significantly more than the average doctor. Finally, I've also been more financially successful than the average physician and have approaching an eight figure net worth.

Lest you think this is one big commercial for me, let me also confess at this point that I have a number of insecurities, character flaws, regrets, unfulfilled desires, disappointments, failures, and all of those other things that most of us struggle with. I really don’t know what the source is that motivates one to push through the inhibitions and still try to achieve but I seem to have at least some of it.

I was blessed with intelligence and I've always been very academically successful. I have a pretty good physique and I’ve also been decent at sports. In my adolescence I did not have much confidence with women but the lack was more due to a lack of experience - and probably a lack of natural alphaness as I was naturally kind of a geeky, intelligence-dominant kid. Even so, I usually had a girlfriend and/or the interest of other girls during that time.

When I received my M.D., it was like someone had let me behind the velvet rope. Women became much more aggressive in showing their interest in me. Being asked out by a woman had happened a few times in my life before this but now, while I wouldn't call it frequent, it became a more regular occurence. I remember as an intern my car broke down. The counter girl at the shop said "I hear doctors are really busy when they're starting out - if you ever want a home-cooked meal, here's my number." Things like that began happening.

More to the point, this was when married women really started expressing interest in me. I was in my late twenties, full of vigor and desire, so I fucked many of them. I still have mixed feelings about this. I regret getting involved with married women who had children. As far as I know, none of those marriages ended because of me. I hope that's truly the case. I would like to say I regret fucking the married but childless, but deep down I have to admit that it was a rush, taking another man's woman. My friends warned me that one day one of these husbands would burst through my door with vengeance on their mind but, honestly, that thought only made it more exciting. (Several of the married women I had flings with had husbands in law enforcement. I didn’t get involved with military wives.) Again, I admit that I undoubtedly have some issues at play here to desire validation to that extent, but my point isn't so much about me as the women themselves.

It became so easy, that for a while I would see how many different women I could fuck in one day (three on multiple occasions but I never made it to four). It progressed to my picking some woman that seemed like the most decent, loyal, sweet and loving wife I could find and see if I could get her to sleep with me. I can't remember failing. (The only cases of oneitis that I've ever had involved a couple of these women.)

Those two were the exceptions though. I fucked women for the most part casually and then moved on. If the women weren’t married, then most had boyfriends. In fact, it became evident to me early that life was a lot simpler if the women were attached in some way. There were countless students (while I was training), secretaries, techs, and nurses. My accountant (not wise although it worked out fine), the Junior Leaguer arranging a hospital charity event (the most memorable of a number of Junior Leaguers over the years….), the Girl Scout troop leader who I met while she was chaperoning her girls selling cookies door to door. Even though I found attached women less cumbersome/demanding of my time, often they got very upset when I broke things off - even though I had made it clear that I was not committed in advance. It was clear to me that despite what I had said, many were hopeful that we would eventually end up a couple. As time went on I figured out that if they were careful and secretive about being with me they were just in it for the fun. On the other hand, if they were reckless and less discrete, they wanted to disrupt their current situation and end up with me.

There were a few women that didn’t stray. Those tended to be married to competent and physically imposing men. Money and influence by themselves in a man were easy to overcome. Dumb meatheads were likewise easy to overcome. But capable men with a raw and powerful physical presence were definitely the best at keeping their women from cheating. In fact, I can’t think of an instance where that describes the husband of any of the married women I fucked.

After I went into private practice, I had money to work with and invested aggressively and successfully. At this point I had dated and married a mid-western woman who was a nurse in one of the hospitals I worked in who in her early twenties had just come out of a four year relationship. I married her because I wanted children and because she is a phenomenal woman. She had turned me down the first time I asked her out. I knew that she also had turned down a number of other doctors and that helped my opinion of her as well. It has worked out beautifully in that she is a red pill woman - she is astoundingly beautiful, secure and not overly demanding of my time, keeps herself in shape, and devotedly takes care of me and my children.

For most of the early years of our marriage I still fucked around. I loved and wanted my wife but I simply didn’t have the will power to turn away what was constantly available. I was careful to not jeopardize my career so I ignored intimations from patient’s wives (and even several of my pediatric patient’s moms). I also always turned down overtures from colleague’s and friend’s wives. In fact, after my oneitis experiences, I tried to avoid married women altogether at this point. However, then and now, far and away the most aggressive in their pursuit are married women. They will start conversations with me and when they mention their husband, it is invariably accompanied by some dismissive or derogatory comment. These are often women with husbands that are successful in their own right, although objectively of a lower socioeconomic status than me. These women were not being abused or in any sort of real distress. I couldn’t see any substantial reason for wanting to be involved with me other than for fun of it or for the chance to “trade up.”

At this stage of my life, I preferred to fuck the single or, better yet, boyfriended young and highly attractive. Most knew their place in the scheme of things but several lacked restraint and even tried to break up my marriage to get what they wanted. I remember a respiratory therapist had called my home late at night wanting to tell my wife I had been fucking her. I intercepted the call without suspicion (doctors get a lot of night calls). Her slightly older and more experienced friend and coworker (who I was also fucking) stepped in and set her straight. I spent a lot of energy keeping the parts of my life separate.

When children came, I finally shut down the extracurricular activities. It probably had more to do with normal age-related declining testosterone levels than any real wisdom or maturity on my part. I'm happy with the way things are now, and I know that as bad as my character might be considered, the vast majority of women are just as bad or worse. I know that my wife has the potential to be no different than all those women I fucked along the way. With that awareness, I keep myself in shape and in a position of respect and authority - not just in my family but in my hospital and community. She is several years younger than me and still very attractive. She doesn’t have to do anything but stand there and men will attempt to hit on her. She will occasionally playfully tease me about this but I will just point and say "There's the door if you think you can do better." I love her but I would get over the loss of her, but I am unwilling to lose my children so I lay low these days. I’ve had more than my share of women and at this point, it’s not too much to give up for stability (stability and tranquility become ever more valuable with age). My wife knows that women find me attractive but if she knows of any of my past dalliances, she has never let on. She's still here, and as far as my cynical mind can tell, she's never strayed.

I have some regrets, but overall I had a great time. The women I fucked were all women who would be considered high quality. Some in terms of their physical attractiveness alone, others in terms of attractiveness combined with accomplishment and social standing. Yet, with only rare exception, they fucked me readily and with no overt promise from me of anything more. They did this despite being attached, married, or even married with children. I’m now in my forties and my physique is still good but definitely past its prime. But I’m also wealthier and more prestigious in my small pond than ever before. And every day it’s still made clear to me – those married women are there, and as willing as ever.