In a world brimming with “alpha” this and “beta” that, one man stands apart – not above, mind you, just apart. Meet Chadley Steele, a self-proclaimed “Sigma Male” who, as he’s keen to remind us, operates on a plane so transcendent that society itself is irrelevant to his existence. Naturally, we had to hear from the man who thrives alone in the shadows, though apparently not too alone, given his robust presence on several internet forums.
I met Chadley in a dimly lit coffee shop he assured me was “off the beaten path” (it was in a slightly concealed Starbucks.)
A Man on His Own Terms
Chadley, 29, strolls in 15 minutes late, wearing sunglasses indoors because nothing says “I don’t care about your rules” like impaired vision. He doesn’t shake my hand. Handshakes, he explains, are a “beta gesture.”
“I don’t waste my time with social pleasantries,” he says, leaning back in his chair like he’s posing for the cover of a romance novel called Unapproachable Desire. “I operate outside the social hierarchy. While other men compete, I observe. I’m the lone wolf.”
He takes a slow sip of black coffee. “I don’t add sugar. That’s for people who need life to be sweetened for them. I take things raw.”
Daily Routine of a Sigma
I ask Chadley to walk me through a day in the life of a Sigma Male.
“I rise when I choose to rise,” he begins, which I assume is code for “whenever my mom stops knocking.” After an hour of cold showers and mirror-staring, the objective of which being to connect with his inner wolf, Chadley starts his day by ignoring texts. “I have 37 unread messages right now,” he says, flashing his phone at me. “People crave my attention, but I’m not a slave to the dopamine loop. I answer when I choose. If I choose.”
By midday, Chadley is at his workstation. Well, sort of: “I work freelance, man. I answer to no one,” he proudly declares. When I ask what kind of freelance work he does, he dodges the question, adding mysteriously, “Let’s just say I don’t need to punch a clock to punch my way through life.”
Relationships? Not for the Sigma
The Sigma Male is too busy being his own man to be tied down by relationships. I asked Chadley about dating, and the concept of romance seemed to mildly amuse him. “Look, I don’t chase women. That’s beta behavior. If they want to approach me, fine, but I don’t play their little games.”
As if on cue, the barista calls his name. His real name: Derek. He grimaces slightly. “Ignore that,” he says quickly, before returning to his lecture on why women are “hypergamous by nature.” Despite his aversion to “the chase,” Chadley, or Derek, assures me he could have a girlfriend anytime he wants; he just doesn’t “need one to feel validated.”
So, what does he seek in a partner? “Submissive but independent. Emotionally available but distant. She must have no expectations of me whatsoever but also worship me for my untouchable masculinity.” Perfectly reasonable.
Sigma Society (Or Lack Thereof)
“I don’t buy into society’s little boxes,” Chadley proclaims with the authority of someone who has definitely used that phrase before. “Alpha, beta, gamma… they’re all trapped in the same game, jockeying for position. Not me. I’m a ghost in the system. I drift. I’m untethered. Nobody owns me!”
This would seem more compelling if Chadley hadn’t just tapped his Starbucks app to collect reward points for a free latte.
When I ask how his Sigma nature plays out in friendships, he shrugs. “I don’t need friends, but they need me. I offer them advice. Guidance. It’s like being their mentor but, you know, without the attachment. If they don’t want to elevate themselves, that’s their problem.”
Translation: Chadley plays a lot of online games by himself.
The Final Sigma Wisdom
As the interview winds down, Chadley leans in, as though preparing to impart the most groundbreaking philosophy since Nietzsche.
“Here’s the thing,” he says, lowering his voice like we’re exchanging state secrets. “The world wants you to follow its rules, but I say screw the rules. Live by your own code. Be a Sigma. Walk alone. And never forget: the strongest trees grow in the darkest forests, away from the crowd.”
He pauses dramatically.
“So… do you ever, like, hang out with people?” I ask.
“No,” he replies, glancing at his phone to check the latest TikTok trends. “I don’t need to.”
As he strides out, sunglasses still firmly in place, I reflect on the experience of meeting a Sigma Male. And by reflect, I mean wonder how long it’ll take before he texts back one of the 37 people craving his attention – because nothing says “I don’t care” like obsessively mentioning how much you don’t care.
