Breaking Beta

The Journey from Beta Boy to Alpha Male

I Never Thought I’d Write This

This is a post I thought I’d never write.
Before Breaking Beta it started with my friend K and I just getting together for lunch and hanging out. K introduced me the Game and Pickup. One of the very first few times we hung out I told him about an epic fail of mine…

I was out drinking with a friend and two girls he knew when we all hopped on his boat drunk and drove back to the small island he had rented with a house on it. The house was really more of a shack. In this shack there were only two mattress beds, and there were four of us. Looks like we’re sharing. This was before I knew anything about game so I was beyond horrible with understanding woman. Before I could make any kind of “smooth move” on the girl I was sharing a bed with she shut me down. She said something to the effect of, “That’s your side of the bed and this is mine” and then it felt like the Berlin Walk running down the middle of the bed. Absolutely nothing happened. I felt so powerless to change the situation. I wish still a virgin at this time and felt like I would be for the rest of my life. I was sharing a bed with a girl and it was no demoralizing knowing nothing was going to happen.

I told K that story and he gave me some tips for that kind of thing and how to deal with the shit tests relating to it. I’ve never a problem with this kind of thing since.

Fast forward to now, 2012. Two years, almost three since then.
I’d been at the pub with friends watching the crushing derby match between Manchester United and our noisy neighbors, Manchester City. We lost and after the game we went to some friends house for a hangout and some drinks. We were all sitting around the front porch when that very girl from 3 years ago that I shared a bed with pulled into the driveway. Like a zombie risen from the dead my feels from that night hit me. They hit me, but didn’t knock me over.

She exchanged a few words with some of the other people around and then she said she recognized me and I pretended I didn’t know where from. Then she remembered my name and I was sure she would that night too. Surprisingly she didn’t remember and couldn’t remember how she knew me. Later through the night we got talked about what each other did and wanted to do. It was just the two of us hanging out talking about ideas when she suggested we get together some time for coffee to keep talking about this kind of thing. She seemed nervous, she mentioned several possible days that would work for her before I even said anything. Unfortunately the zombie feels of beta-ness from all those years ago prevented me from getting her number. I should have pulled the trigger right then and there but it all worked out cause I in touch with her later.

Never a million years did I expect to find myself in that situation. The girl from years ago who shut me down was now throwing out days and times for us to get together. Wow is all I can say. Amazing how things can change.

6 Comments by  /  May 17, 2012  /  Posted in: Alpha, Beta, Game, Learn From, Personal Experience
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Some Nights It’s Just Easy

It’s amazing the kinda things you can get away with in college. It’s as if girl’s pussy forcefield’s lower during college. Sometimes getting laid is about being in the right place at the right time. I was at friend’s friday night party. It was supposed to be a sexy part but only a few girls dressed up. One particular girl came looking dressed up and quite busty. I was hanging out for a while when I told them I was going around the block to my house and she insisted on coming. She was so insistent I knew exactly what she wanted.

So I bent her over, put on a condom and didn’t get very far when I noticed a color of red around her pussy. Sure enough, red on the condom too. Damn it. “You’re the biggest I’ve ever had.” she told me. “Maybe we should just stop.” I suggested. I wanted to stop this before she started bleeding. “Ok, but I’ll still suck your dick.” I do almost nothing and she still just wants to have some fun time polishing the royal scepter. Fine with me.

We head back to the party. I’ve got another girl at the party who wants to take me home so I have to be tactical how I re-enter this party. I go to wash my hands and clean off the smell of pussy. When I reach for my door, its locked. It was the perfect excuse for me taking so long to return.

Sure enough I played my cards right and ended up taking the other girl home.This is just too easy. Back home I’d spend weeks on end going to the bars hanging out but at college I do nothing but work some swag.

3 Comments by  /  May 10, 2012  /  Posted in: Alpha, Funny, Game, Personal Experience
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A Must Watch TED Talk on Masturbation and Porn

You need to watch this video.

The constant drone of feminist and the religious about the evils of masturbating gets old fast. This TEDx talk was breath of fresh air on the issue. If you have any interest in the neurological and psychological effects of pornography you need to watch this video. It’s only sixteen minutes out of your day and I’m sure you won’t regret it.

Ready to quit fapping?

Over In Mala Fide  Ferdinand Bardamu wrote an article on How to Stop Masturbating. He even went on to write a short little kindle book on it for only $1.50. That costs less than a cup coffee where I come from. It’s a good read and worth the money. After watching the above TED talk you should check it out for yourself Here.

No Comments by  /  May 9, 2012  /  Posted in: Learn From, Musings, Teaching, Uncategorized
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Coffee Shop Mid Day Pickup

It was the brightest and hottest day since the winter. Everyone was enjoying shorts and flip-flops for the first time since winter. I decided today was the day I needed to approach one of the girls who we shared the dinning hall with. We named her “porn star chick”. She had Jenna Jameson pornstar blond hair, deep eyes and a body build for porn.

I waited till she was leaving the dinning hall to do my approach but by the time I’d gotten out of my seat and followed her out she power walking. I could barely catch up to her and I felt like midnight rapist the way I followed her for way too long. By the time I caught up to her I’d lost my zen balance. I spat my game with little positive feedback from her.

When I walked back to my table my friend said, “Playa youz gotta get dos hands under control. You were flailing them all kinds weird yo”. Next time I gotta keep my stone cold I’ve-done-this-a-hundred-times player face on. Be commanding of the situation, never caught off zen balance, unfazed by her beauty. I set a date to meet with her the next day but I knew chances of her showing were slim to none.

The day wasn’t a complete loss… This particular day I was met another girl in the coffee-house down my street. She walked in with a yellow tank-top on with nice sized breasts and cute booty in white short shorts. She has dark features and deep pretty eyes. I wanted her from the minute she walked in. It was the middle of the day and we just met so I expected this was going to be a casual first date getting to know each other kinda shit. By this time I’d forgotten all about porn star chick and was back on my game. Usually experienced players say middle of the day coffee shops dates are a bad idea because you can’t really go back and bang her in the middle of the day. Usually I would agree, but college defies the usual laws of game.

After the coffee shop we went walking on the railway tracks I even slapped her on the ass on the street like the Chateau advised. Her booty was nice! After walking the tracks we got slushies  and headed back to my place to show her some music I thought she’d like. The music, the warm air, her cute lil ass in those shorts. As soon as we got in the door I made my move. I told her I wanted to do this sooner and then kissed her. We were making out and the clothes just seemed to come off. In less then two hours I had this girl in my room taking her clothes off, not bad.

It’s the middle of the day with my window open, the funny part is as I’m slamming this girl I can hear my friends outside having a BBQ. We went another few rounds before she left. I let her out and I walked around back to have a beer with my mates having the BBQ. College pussy is crazy easy to pull.  I think part of my success was living close to the coffee shop making my place a natural location to “stop off”.

The funny thing is the next day I was sitting in class when I realized it was twenty minutes past when I told pornstar to meet me at the coffee shop… Oh well she probably didn’t show anyway.

No Comments by  /  May 3, 2012  /  Posted in: Alpha, Funny, Game, Personal Experience
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Why is my Bed Wet

It was one of my first weekends at my new university. It was one of the weekly residence parties of getting drunk. The party was pretty good. I had a few drinks, talked to a few people and had a good time. Later a group went for a walk to get late night fast food.  On the way back I was walking with two girls; a short brunette and taller blonde. I thought the brunette was cuter but the blonde had trying to get with me since last week. She would give me the “I want the dick” look. When the blonde had walked a few steps ahead the brunette whispered to me, “She’s into you.” I laughed a little and said “I know.” I avoided the blonde the rest of the night and later found out the brunette was a no go.

The next week we had another party only this time I was very intoxicated. At the party the blonde had been giving me the fuck eyes. I’ll admit it, I was horny. “You wanna get outta here.” “sure.” she replied. It wasn’t long before we were in my room doing the dirty. I can’t say I really enjoyed it either. She was awkward, quiet, she didn’t really like anything of the things I was into, and she gave shitty head. But then the most surprising thing happened…

Most every guy knows what “a squirter” is. The girl more or less pees herself in delight. We’ve all heard about it, few have experienced it. Well I’m here to tell you it’s not awesome when it’s in your bed! I was slamming her over the side of the bed when I found myself slipping in wetness! “What the fuck?” Ok, strategic repositioning. I was drunk and hadn’t fully realized what was going on till she did it again but this time all over my bed. My bed was wet with pussy juice.

I maybe drunk… And sometimes stupid… But not stupid enough to keep going. I said I’d had enough. “You’re really aggressive in bed.” she told me. “Thanks” I didn’t know what else to say. She must have enjoyed judging from how wet my bed is but she basically had me doing all the work. I sent her on her way after I was done.

I didn’t sleep with sheets that night and I washed them the next day. Thinking about it when I hop in my bed isn’t a comforting thought. Another sexual misadventures of a college student.

No Comments by  /  April 27, 2012  /  Posted in: Funny, Game, Personal Experience
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She Doesn’t Have it.

You watch it happen. You watch as she begins to fall in love with you and think to yourself how you’ve been here before. “You’re so different”, is what they all say. I’ve never been “drunk on love”. whiskey does a fine job getting me drunk. I sold my chances for true love when I decided I wanted pussy.

 

The more girls I fuck the less it all means. The romance wears off so quickly these days. It isn’t long before I’m bored. I know this girl isn’t “about it”. She doesn’t have “it”. She hasn’t gotta that _____ . I need more fly kinda girls.

 

Things begin to slowly breakdown, lose speed. I start think about other girls and forgetting to text whatever random girl back. I’m half the world away planning my next move… And she knows it. Thats when they go catatonic. she’ll do anything to keep me, but even doing everything won’t change anything. I’ve already set sail, It’s only a matter of time before she realizes it too.

 

The touch of their soft warm skin. The way their hair smells. The taste of feminine cherry lips. There is so much passion and pleasure to be had and only a little time to have it. The night is young my friends, be safe.

 

Unfaithfully Yours…

No Comments by  /  April 20, 2012  /  Posted in: Game, Musings

Man the Fuck Up

I’d been wanting to approach her for far too long.

One of the girls from the table I gave that note kept making eye contact with me. I hadn’t noticed until Dev pointed it out to me. “Dude she’s always looking over at you.” From than pretty much every meal we exchanged a few brief seconds. I wanted to go up and talk to her but I always psyched myself out.

After lunch I was walking back with the guys when I saw her outside smoking a cigarette. My pace slowed, I knew what I had to do. no better opportunity was going to present its self. This was my moment. ”You guys go on without me.” I turned around and walked back.

She was still standing there smoking her cig. “Hey your from…” we had a short conversation.  She said I had balls for what I did before when I gave her table the note. Her cig was getting short, “hey lets we go get coffee.”, “I have a boyfriend.” was her reply.  ”Alright well talk to you later..” I said but before I could… “What was your name?” She now knows who I am.

You know I should have really man’ed up and said, “Alright invite your boyfriend along… But just give him different directions.” It was in the chamber so to speak, ready to fire but I just couldn’t pull the trigger on that part.

His email said, “Man the Fuck up.” I had described to him the approach as “brutal” and “sucked”. He said…
“Dude, you’re in Halifax, a university town. The land of hormones and alcohol. If you’re going to tell me about a rejection it had better be some sort of epic story where a chick punched you in the balls in the middle of the cafeteria or where some girl puked on you during your attempt or something. A chick telling you that she has a boyfriend should feel like a commonplace everyday occurrence that you don’t even remember.”

I should be approaching girls all the time, this should be small shit. I built it up too big in my mind and I pinned my success on the outcome; Not on the fact that I had the balls to do something 90% of guys don’t. When I got to class and sat down next to Emma she could clearly tell something was bothering me, I was off-balance. I looked like a total pouting  bitch to her I’m sure.

Damn, I need to get back on my game.

2 Comments by  /  April 18, 2012  /  Posted in: Alpha, Beta, Funny, Game, Learn From, Personal Experience

Table of Good Looking Girls… Gotta Do Something About That

Every meal time a friend and I ruthlessly enjoying seeing the woman in our dinning hall. We particularly enjoy one group of girls. A punky red head, a hipster ginger, blond, and a cute few brunettes.

One day in extreme boredom we got the idea to give out a little note awarding a girl to be the hottest chick of the dinning hall at that particular meal. It would have our phone number and good for entry into one of our parties. Have a good laugh at us now because when we made it we couldn’t stop laughing ourselves; probably to make up for how weird and  awkward we knew it would be.

Well our whole residence found out and everyone wanted to watch. The notes were designed classy and we let everyone know when were gonna do it. Our friends told their friends just so more people would show up. My friend pussied out and I was left the only one who would give it out. Well I can’t let the people down and if I’m going to do this i might as well do it in Pure Class. Thats right sluts, I suited up. Deal with it.

As soon as my feet hit that dinning hall floor i could feel all eyes on me. “Who the fuck?…” “What the hell is he dressed up for?”. Yeah, I’m professor X and I heard all that shit they were thinking. Haters be hating.

We had 5 tables without about 20 friends who’d all come to watch. I started to get nervous as everyone waited to see if I could do it. “Don’t think, just do.” is what I told the guys at my table right before I got up.

You hear that? Thats the sound of my massive balls clanging together as I’m walking over to their table. I think my balls grew kinda like the grinch’s heart right before he restored Christmas.

I presented the note too much formality and not enough light playfulness but really, at this point I was so nervous. When I turned around and walked back half of the dinning hall erupted in clapping. Yeah, I did it. And yeah, you all loved it. I did give everyone a laugh and I have a great story. Oh yeah, and lets not forget how big my balls are now.

The girls never called. But who would call when the note said “For More Information…” I’m a guy and I wouldn’t even call if it said that!

The only thing I regret is how empowered and those girls are now. Game principle of beta ascribed female value, proven.

So while I never got the hottest girls texting me saying how they wanna do nasty things to me I did manage to lay one of the girls who came to watch. So you mean I failed in front of over 100 people and still managed to get laid? Confidence and boldness win every time.

And the best part the story with these girls doesn’t even end here. Stay tuned for next week’s part 2

 

2 Comments by  /  April 11, 2012  /  Posted in: Alpha, Funny, Game, Personal Experience

Bloody Mary

It had been a quiet reading week. Went camping, hung around and had a good time. On the last night one of my best friends got back and sent me this text message “Get to my room now”. I could sense something good was gonna happen but nothing could have prepared me…

The Friday before everyone left we threw one last party. Earlier in the week my friend and I were working out in the gym and on the way out he ran into a girl from one of his classes.

Him: “She was cute right?”
Me: “meh i guess she’s already. Either way you need to break your cold streak”
Him: “True. I think I’m gonna invite her to the party on friday night.”
Me: “Sounds like a solid plan.”

When Friday night came he had that girl in the bag from the minute she walked in. Me and another guy critiqued in the corner how he could have been doing so much better. “He should totally put his hand on her arm or something!” We pulled our friend aside and told him to pick up the pace and get her into bed. It took my friend throwing a party, another guy giving him booze to get them drunk and me rolling his weed for him (because he can’t roll) before he finally bedded the chick. Lazy bastard.

Threw the whole week he was away he was ecstatic. “Dude the best sex of my life” the usual puppy joy from a low notch count. But hey he was happy and the cold streak was broken. He was telling me how he couldn’t wait to get back and how she wanted to fuck more and things were looking smooth sailing. Until he got back…

When I entered his room looks of horror were on his and his cousin’s face. The slight smell of metallic as I entered the room should have warned me. “Look at my wall.” On his wall were hand prints, a lot of hand prints. eleven hand prints to be exact. But the best is yet to come. “Dude look at my sheets” he pulled back is comforter to reveal blood stained sheets. I nearly gagged. The horror. And it wasn’t just a little blood… There was a lot. So much in fact that it was all over his sheets, his pillows, comforter and lets not forget the walls!

Even writing about it sends chills down my spine. “You’d better text that bitch and tell her whats up.” I told him. “Bro, she even made the bed after I left.” Thats right kids, she covered it up. Best yet, she even cleaned the walls… Guess she forgot about the sheets. She claimed and he believes that he cut her while finger banging her. I’m extremely skeptical because trust me, it was a fuck ton of blood. Maybe if he stuck a knife in her it would have made that much blood but not just from a cut.

The three cherries on the cake made it… He ate her out, she asked if he had lube because she likes anal, and after he text her about it she said “We’ll be more careful next time.” Wow.

 

Next time bro… Lets not get you a chick on her period.

 

2 Comments by  /  April 5, 2012  /  Posted in: Funny, Game, Personal Experience

Get Game

I was away on a trip staying with a girlfriend when one of her roommates had a friend visit. Strangely enough her roommate wasnt fucking the guy she had visiting. I learned the guy is an accomplished latin dancer and took the girls out every night while I stayed in having my every whim catered to. During my stay the guy didn’t get laid once. I, on the other hand was in the next room was fucking like a jungle animal.

So how did a guy with several possible down-to-fuck chicks, possible wing-woman, and a skill he could use as an opener fail getting laid?
One word, Game. The guy had none. it’s pretty hard to visit a big city and not get laid. I’m not saying that you’ll get laid every trip you take but for the most part you can probably find some desperate girl to fuck you.

 

Guy #2…
Now another friend… Has had the same girlfriend through high school and college. Without warning he got dumped and she has a new man in under 3 weeks. Girls will rip a beta’s heart out without remorse or hesitation.

He’s had time to get over her and still refuses to “play the game”. He wants to “love” the girl before he fuckers her. While we all love the sound of a white knight on paper harsh reality has taught us he’ll probably be alone and sexless for a long time till he catches the occasional drunken fuck or gives up on his beta white knight dreams.

 

If you wanna get laid get game. Bottom line. If you enjoy not get laid just keep doing the same thing you’ve been doing.

1 Comment by  /  October 23, 2011  /  Posted in: Beta, Game, Learn From, Personal Experience, Teaching
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