I've worked across a variety of sectors in the Juvenile Justice System over the last 8 years. To some that might make me an SJW - coming from a fairly troubled background myself I've formed a solid career in this industry.

An incident occurred the other week where I was transporting a 16 year-old kid in the car to an appointment; he received a call from his Psychologist - a 25 year old (gorgeous) Female regarding his next visit. Let's call him BoyChad (BC) and her Kelly (K).

Before I continue, I must tell you that BC was a serial violent offender, had teeth missing and wore shitty, cum-stained clothes. He wasn't an Alpha by any means - because he hadn't even fully fucking developed into a Male body yet. What he did have was a ridiculous amount of confidence - you know; that arrogant, do-what-the-fuck-I-want-to-whomever-I-want attitude some troubled Young guys have.

BC carried an air of freedom most working Men could only dream of; the internal knowledge and belief of iron-clad invincibility.

He purred down the phone to K - he made inappropriate comments about what she was up to on the weekend, and how much of a tough guy he was. He wasn't a complete douche-bag - he carried natural wit and charm that could only have come from hours of practice on other girls. Eventually he hung up the phone - looked at me directly in the rear-view mirror and said with a straight face - 'She wants me'.

The next time I was in the office I heard K call him again for a check-up - and boy was she giving off all the signals; giggling suggestively, twirling her hair (even though he wasn't physically there) and downright overly-perceptible flirting behavior and body language. None of the other female Parole officers noticed a thing.

This chick is married to a high-value Beta - she's 25, gorgeous and makes a great salary. This dude is a hopeless, go nowhere piece-of-shit kid. He has no empathy or remorse for his crimes and he'll be rotting in jail the second he turns 18.

About a week later this kid showed me text messages (we had a pretty good trusting relationship) of a late-night text message exchange that occurred over the weekend. He initiated the messages, and after a few it got pretty heated. By the sounds of it she was out on the town with the girls and was 6 Martini's fucked till Sunday. She tried to convince him she didn't want to meet him - he convinced her she did. One of her last messages was - 'OK, I'm ditching the girls in 10, where are you?' Then the messages come to a stop; the kid tells me he'd dropped half a dozen hash cookies and knocked himself into a coma. He punched through a window the next morning when he realised the opportunity he'd missed.

I've re-evaluated the other stories over the years I've had of Juveniles claiming they'd slept with Female workers in Prison, Parole Officers and Receptionists. I never believed them until now.

Moral of the story: We commonly think Women will cheat on Beta males only with Chad Thundercock or another high-value (wealthy) Male. Not true - this kid, this fucking Child, who wasn't physically dominant, attractive or had any future whatsoever was nearly able to get into the pants of a high-value carousel participant.

How? On pure, unadulterated Confidence alone. The power of Confidence (bordering on delusion) is far more powerful than even being a Thundercock.

By all means lift people, by all means improve your career prospects in a high-value industry and be the Master of your own destiny - but fuck me, never, ever underestimate the power of your Pull. Owning every situation, despite how retarded you sound is the key to opening every door you've ever wanted to wanted pulled off its hinges.