One characteristic of alpha males that beta males should try to emulate is the poker face. Alphas don’t often wear their hearts on their sleeves… or on their faces. And this is especially true when the alpha male is in a room occupied by both his wife and his mistress.
Via a SnarkJW central casting website which shall not be linked, old photos have emerged of the first time monica lewinsky — the 21-year-old orifice plaything of then-president Bill Clinton — met hillary clinton in person.
monica meets hillary:
monica meets Bill:
the contrast in monica’s face between the two meetings:
monica’s reaction is hardly surprising. She was truly, deeply in love with Bill Clinton, super alpha male esq., and it shows on her face in that photo. She, like most mistresses, does not give a flying fuck or feel a scintilla of shame that her lover’s wife is a few steps away. In fact, judging by the lockdown procedure her face contorted itself into when directly meeting the First Other Woman, it’s a good bet she was feeling, yes, uncomfortable, but also mischievous, as if she was thinking, “Heh, I got one over on you Hillary. He loves me and we are going to be together forever once he leaves you after his fifteen terms are up.”
The SnarkJW readers, as is the wont of the preserve of manlets and cunts, prefer to focus on Bill’s supposedly apparent facial change when monica approaches him for a mingle and tingle. But to my eyes it looks like Bill’s face hardly changes at all. He looks the same shaking that old dude’s hand as he does shaking monica’s certainly sweaty palm. Even Bill’s body language is the same, ramrod straight and not leaning into monica, (Don’t Lean In, the new book by Chateau Slamclam), betraying no obvious attraction for her.
Bill Clinton has alpha male poker face. Whatever the circumstance, he’s been there before. Dat face is like chicknip to women, opaque, mysterious, aloof, emotionally unavailable, yet flickering with caddish charm, and it drives women crazy with love. The alpha male knows discretion… in the bedroom, in his office, on his face. In public, and particularly in view of his wife, the alpha husband doesn’t cave to the immediate ecstasies of youthfully invigorated love and hop with unbridled, and stupidly conspicuous, joy like the beta male would do. No, the alpha male keeps his cards close to his vest, and plays the final table round like he plays all the preliminary rounds: he makes you guess what he’s holding.