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Tiger Woods, A Beta Among Alphas

Posted by PlanetGrok on April 5, 2010

One picture says a thousand words:

Jordan – cigar chomping alpha with swagger, hat sloppily backwards, not giving a shit.

Woods – slumping beta with perfectly worn hat trying to escape his Asian betatude by hanging out with black NBA stars and sleeping with lots of women like they do.

Tiger probably gets his betaness from his Asian side, the side that gave him his other mental traits, such as good golf-playing ability.  Unfortunately it also makes him much like a nerdy Asian beta. An Asian beta with a tan and money, but an Asian beta nonetheless. If Woods had no golf-playing ability, he would probably lead a life much like David Alexander’s. He knows he is beta, so he tries to compensate by hanging around alphas like Michael Jordan and Charles Barkley.

Tiger’s innate betaness is revealed not only by his slouch, and his pensive, nasal speech, but his text messages to his mistresses. In this exchange, he constantly worries about whether one of his hoes is seeing sleeping with someone else (of course she is!):

Tiger: alone with him that is

Tiger: now that’s hot so who is your new boy toy

Tiger: do you have a boy friend

Tiger: when was the last time you got laid

Jesus Christ, Tiger, stop giving a shit!

This part was funny:

Jaimee: very true … I only watch football

Tiger: Figured you would say that. Big black guys.

Jaimee: u are my first, last and only black guy! U should feel special

Tiger: why do I not believe that?

I don’t believe that either, Tiger, but your insecurities are showing. Call Jordan up again and have him tell you that you really are black. It will make you feel better. Or learn yo’self some HBD so you can take pride in your Asian side.

I think Tiger got burnt by his mistresses because he gave off too many beta-provider vibes. He told them he cared about them, and he acted jealous. Michael Jordan sure hasn’t had hordes of his mistresses and flings come forward to sell their text messages. This is because he is a natural alpha and they all know he doesn’t give a shit about them.

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Removing All Doubt

Posted by PlanetGrok on April 2, 2010

One of the downsides of learning and applying the principles of game is that it becomes hard to differentiate between the fundamentally decent girls who happened to succumb to your charms, and the slutty girls who just like banging alphas. Fortunately, the sluts usually out themselves before too long.

Once upon a time, yet not so long ago, I met a sweet, attractive girl from the country and used some day game to get her info. After a few days, I called her, we hung out, and I ended up ram-rodding her pink interior until the morning sun tinted the sky with its tangerine rays of warmth. She seemed embarrassed that we hooked up the first night, and in our tender post-coital moment, looked deep into my eyes with admiration, tenderness, and infatuation, imprinting my retinas with her wistful, wishful look of romantic longing. 

Maybe she wasn’t just another hoe. Maybe… just maybe… I had caught one of the good ones in my webs of wily wizardry. My better judgment told me better than this, but still, you can not eliminate all hope from a man, can you?

We went out again the following night, and connected like old friends. I found myself opening up, telling my fawning admirer everything about my past and my plans for the future. We returned from our outing early to hit the sheets once more. I had told her everything I could tell her about myself – except what I could only communicate through touch. The sex was amazing. By the time I was done laying the law down, I was drenched in sweat and collapsed in a heap alongside her, as my gametes glistened like diamond jewelry across her belly in the dimly lit room. She slowly turned her head and looked at me with those soulful eyes of hers again. I felt a bit of the barbed wire encasing my heart loosen, ever so slightly. She opened her mouth, and held her breath. She wanted to tell me something, words that could only take flight from her lips in the sanctitude and safety of our tender afterglow. For once, I wanted to hear what was on her mind. Maybe, just maybe, there was a brief future for me and her. She smiled meekly, and out came what I had been waiting for.

“I…I’m sorry. What did you say your name was again?”

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