TL:DR: High SMV dude gets put aside by unexpected individual because hypergamy. Post is kinda long as fuck but worth it.

Background context: I am currently living in a city which could be very well considered the Mecca for materialism. 80% of the people who come from abroad to live here are transferred within their companies to make well over 150k, the rent for an average 600sqm apartment can easily reach 4k/month and, as usual, bitches act according to this culture, when picking on which cock they will be sitting on Friday.

 

Meet one of my friends: Joe. Joe is a guy with an extremely high SMV: 150k salary, lives in a very nice apartment, mid-thirties, good looking, very well dressed, and ripped as fuck. He does lack attitude when it comes to girls though, but we will get back on that later.

Meet me: It would be fake humility if I said I did not do well in the genetics lottery. I am a good looking guy who has been working out consistently for the past couple years, but my level of muscle epicness does not come even close to Joe’s. I also make a lot less money than him, yet I make sure my attitude and the way I dress make the hamsters spin the other way. I bet on my strong points to fuel the hamster to extrapolate on the remaining ones.

Meet Clara: Clara is a girl (HB 7.5) Joe met 2 weeks ago at a party (1) and is yet to bang. I could tell there was sexual tension between these two from the moment I was introduced to her. He told me he probably likes this girl for “more than a hookup” and has not made a move yet because he is not sure whether she likes him and is afraid of rejection. When confronted with me saying to just treat her like any other of his lays and see where it goes from there, he promptly replied with “she is not like that” (2). “OK”, I said. No point in arguing with wishful thinking.

 

On to the story: I met both Joe, Clara and a few more friends at Joe’s apartment, to warm up for a night out. Like said before, Clara’s interest on Joe was pretty obvious, just like her need for him to take the wheel (2). Just before we all leave to the night club, Joe goes into his room to “get ready”. Shortly after he goes in, the guy comes out shirtless only to ”pick up his cellphone from the table”. He knew what he was doing and so did everyone, yet the sploosh on Clara’s undies was clearly showing on her face.

Fast forward, we do a bar crawl during which Clara keeps dropping IOI’s on Joe, and he does not escalate. This is heavily alternated with her being really social and playful with anyone that approaches her, including guys (1).

Anyway, we all end up in a disco and the first thing everyone notices once we get in is this chick, with both tit and ass implants, dancing in front of a mirror by herself and the guys checking her out. Anyone who has been out to nightclubs more than twice knows this is a classic: The Tries-to-be-hot-yet-ends-up-becoming-weird-but-it-still-gets-her-attention-because-betas girl. Tiffany, the Tramp.

Clara is instantly withdrawn by this chick’s perceived confidence (lol), and starts approaching her (1). Fast forward 5 seconds and they are now dancing together and it isn’t long before they start making out (1).

The whole club was loving the show, except for Joe (of course), who now looked like Tiffany, the Tramp’s silicon ass had just farted on his face. Clara did not care for Joe anymore. Her choice was made. She was craving attitude and confidence on her alpha so badly, that she was even willing to compromise the dick part that usually comes with those two.

My reaction to this was to pull both girls towards Joe and I, because fuck it. This worked quite well and it was not long before all four of us were having a grind fest on the dance floor. I could tell Joe was still heart broken, though. His Delicate Angel was indeed a whore and in other breaking news, the sky was blue and too much exposure to sunlight would give you cancer.

This lasted for a couple minutes until he excused himself from the ludic event to go to the bathroom and I was left with both chicks. Because I am friends with the guy and was not going to have fun with the chick he liked (even though the other human-shaped silicon bag was being thrown in), I also left and went to get a drink.

Now, even though I truly did this out of genuine empathy for Joe, I would advise you to hold on to your butt cheeks and hold on tight, because this is when the TRP show really starts.

So, shortly after I get my drink and stay at the bar instead of re-joining the two innocent and sexually curious lay-dees, Tiffany, the Tramp is looking at me over her shoulder and starts dancing in my direction. I do nothing but stare and sip on my drink.

This time though, she bumps into me on purpose and proceeds to push me away with a disgusted look on her face, as if I was a creep trying anything with her. I gave her a “Really, bitch?” look and shrugged it off.

Joe is now back from the toilet and Tiffany, the Tramp proceeds to gift him with the same “what a creep” look, only to turn around and go back to dancing on her own in front of the mirror on the wall, who would tell her she was still the fairest of them all.

Judging by everyone’s face, no one understood what had just happened (3)

Nevertheless, Clara not only saw it, but also bought it. Her alpha had just “rejected” us both, so as Joe’s face lit up with joy and intent to jump on the Save a HoeTM wagon and dance with her only, she downright ignored him and joined Tiffany, the Tramp (4)(5).

There was only one true alpha, and Clara had to get their attention back (6).

Joe left a few minutes after this and so did I. Saturday was going to be Back & Legs day and it was already late, after all (7).

 

What you should be taking from all this:

(1) Red flags.

(2) Pedestalizing a woman you like will make you treat her as an equal or even higher SMV being. This is the easiest to dry up her pussy, so get real and understand she is just another hypergamous female who everyday takes a shit that ends up in a river.

(3) An uptight, attention-seeking, recently butt-hurt woman will do what she can to get an ego boost, including putting together an imaginary scenario where she got her pedestal back.

(4) Alphaness is so conditional it is not even gender specific. Joe’s lack of attitude was the killer and made Clara’s attention hover from him to Tiffany, the Tramp.

(5) Fake confidence is better than no confidence at all, so “fake it till you make it” is far from being a bad approach. This blond bitch was clearly one of the most insecure chicks in that club, yet Clara chose her because of the show she put on. Most girls are too dumb to even tell the difference, anyway.

(6) Hypergamy knows no second bests. Logic would have you admit Clara would still perceive Joe’s SMV as the next best thing after Tiffany, the Tramp left, yet this was not the case. Why? Because in Clara’s mind, it was all an “alphas+her” fest until Tiffany, the Tramp “rejected” the pack. This moment brought AMOGness to Tiffany, the Tramp to Clara’s eyes, and made her re-evaluate everyone’s SMVs and thus introduced Briffault's Law to both the night club and Joe’s abs.

(7) Gym gains > losing your sleep over watching hoes making out.

 

What a time to be alive.