I sat down at the local restaurant to grab a quick dinner. Today is pizza day. A couple of minutes earlier I was smoking at what has to be THE spot with the most magnificent view of my city. Munchies are the enemy and our enemies need to be crushed. Thank goodness today is pizza day.

I’ve deliberately chosen the most private table on the restaurant terrace as I did not want to be disturbed by chatter. Fairly hidden from random eyeballs but still have the entire place at a glance.

To the right of me there are four women and a young boy, surely not older than 12. Out of the 4 women, 2 of them are post-wall with one of them being a landwhale and the other was the kid’s mom. The other 2 were kinda cute - one blonde very near the wall & a brunette that’s probably 26+. They’re not hotties and probably a 7 at their absolute best but you would do them without much thinking, if you know what I mean.

The brunette caught my attention. Not because of some stunning beauty or a perfect smile, but there was something so radically feminine about her that made my dick move. She would be the one out of 4 that I would bang. I overhear her speaking to the young man in front of her.

- You know, if you want to go the gym you most definitely can. But it would be very wise to hire a trainer that supervises your workouts & teaches you technique because you’re still growing and you don’t want to hurt yourself. Injuries will set you back.

She said this so calmly and warmly and she saw no point in lying to a 12 year old. Good girl.

- Yeah, I’m probably not ready for the gym since I’m only 12 but I don’t want to train football or something stupid like that. I think I might start soon, probably when I’m 13 & 14.

At this point, my jaw is halfway to the floor. A 12 year old boy talks to 4 grown women about going to the gym. The brunette is the only one encouraging him. I immediately look for obvious signs of gym time on her body. I would say she hasn’t touched iron in quite some time but still looks very fit. I make a mental bet with myself that she probably has a smokin hot ass.

Not only is the boy actively engaging in conversation with the rest of the table, he also seems utterly bored and tries to stir up the conversation. His right leg is nervous and the up and down motion looks like he’s got a spring attached to his sneaker. He wants outta here pronto. I take a good look at him and figure his mom is a shitty cook. The boy is definitely not fat, but he isn’t fit either. Skinny fat at best. Him being 12 years old, it’s not far fetched to say that the bad diet is gonna catch on to him when his hormones go batshit crazy and all hell breaks loose in the middle of his puberty. He seems very aware of the fact that chicks love muscles & that he has plenty of time.

His mom now leaves the table. Obviously not to cook something delicious. She leaves to get her car so she can drive the remaining 2 girls home. The landwhale was long gone at this point.

I shift my focus to the table across mine. A couple with a 2-3 year old boy. The dude is a definition of your natural-came-back-from-prison alpha. A tight mohawk, earrings on both ears, built like an mma fighter, covered in tattoos. Not huge by any means, but you wouldn’t fuck with this guy ever. He wears a black t-shirt with a maritime logo on it. I suppose he gets his hands dirty each and every day at his job. Probably in a dock or a marina of some sorts. Heavy duty.

His wife is a 6 at best and naturally, very calm & very submissive. All of her body vibrates with calmness. Their son is of course the star of the restaurant. Slightly bored, very slippy & starting to get annoyed with all the proceedings. You know how kids are when they’re tired.

I observe the alpha dude in front of me. How he talks to his wife and to his son. How he moves. How he smiles. I love seeing this rare type in public. Then how disciplines his kid. His “No!” is instant & doesn’t need to be repeated ever again. The kid gets the message and behaves. He gets to enjoy his pizza - half a slice from his mom and half from his dad.

He starts laughing with joy and asking for sour cream on top. His mom transfers the half-slice on a smaller plate and the alpha dad goes to work. He is cutting the slice in bite-size pieces. Then topping them with cream. He then reaches for his own pizza and cuts another half a slice and transfers it to the smaller plate. He scrapes the chunks of tuna from his pizza and carefully places them on the cream topping. He’s making a meal out of a meal for his little boy. Finally, once he’s reviewed his work he slides the small plate back to kid. The boy bursts into laughter and starts eating.

And then I realized what it was that I was witnessing. On one table I had a 12 year old natural and on the other table I had a family alpha showing how family restaurant time is managed. Oh and yeah, Father’s manual 101. I figured that the 12 year old would soon become quite like the alpha dad. What a great scene, if you think about it - you have the past on one side and the future on the other. You’re in the middle of it all.

My pizza is ready. It’s a beautiful rustic italian-style pizza with delicious bresaola and fresh rocket topped with parmigiano reggiano. As I finish eating, a red Mustang comes out of a corner and stops in front of the terrace. The 12 year old’s mom waves from the inside and the 2 girls and her son head for the car. The brunette has a smoking hot ass.

Now it all makes sense. The kid’s dad is a natural as well. Clever enough to dump that bitch and leave her the Mustang. He’s probably driving a Lambo right now.

I pay the bill and start walking home. I’m renewing my gym membership tomorrow. And so should you.