Egads, I may have married an Alpha!

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When I was young and first started reading romance, the only heroes available were those lovable alphas…okay, maybe not so lovable. Not until you scratched the surface—or took a Black and Decker power sander and sanded the crap out of the surface—and discovered, hey, this guy has a vulnerable side that he hides at all costs and it pains him to show that side. This guy has humanity, despite his outward appearance. That was the point where the heroine and I (since we were the only people allowed to see this side of the hero) fell in love.

I loved these alphas—it was the 70’s and 80’s after all—the decades of the alpha male, but after dating around, I realized that coaxing humanity out of an embittered, revenge driven man didn’t necessarily mesh with peace of mind and shared day to day existence. In fact, it would probably be a lot of work. Maybe years worth of work. No…I started to see the benefit of the beta. The nice guy. Maybe it wasn’t quite so romantic to date a guy that everyone agreed was well...nice, for want of a better, more colorful description, but it was so much easier on everyone involved. I became a beta girl.

When I met my husband, he appeared to be a beta. Stubborn, yes, but beta. I should say at this point that outwardly my father is a classic alpha male, so I know the animal when I see it—or so I thought. (And by the way, my dad is a teddy bear once you scratch the surface.) Anyway, back to my husband. He wore wire-rimmed glasses, had a killer smile, a killer sense of humor, loved old movies and the blues, and didn’t throw his weight around. Basic beta stuff.

He was 32 and pretty much planning to be a bachelor for the rest of his days. He had no desire for marriage or a family, but he did enjoy playing the field. A lot. A hint of alpha, but nothing to worry about. We did get married, after a rather short actual courtship, although we’d been acquaintances for a few years, and people kept expressing their surprise that he had settled down. Eventually they got over it and 27 years later, we’re still settled down, quite happily. There were some power struggles, but nothing out of the ordinary.

So, while researching the blog I was going to write about alphas and betas (there’s an unwritten rule in the blog world—you have to write at least one blog about alphas and betas if you are involved in romance) I started reading the characteristics of the alphas: confident (check), in control of emotions (check), shows vulnerable side rarely (double check), dominant (he tries, but I’m onto him…check), hates to back down (check), goes his own way (check)…, wait a minute…this sounds very familiar. I think I married an alpha in beta clothing! Especially when I recalled how astounded everyone was that he married—and I am nine years younger than him. Did I reenact my favorite romances of the day? Maybe…but it worked out. We became partners. We depend on each other. We show our vulnerabilities to one another (although I sometimes have to twist his arm a little—like behind his back and up to the nape of his neck) and know we can turn to each other for solace and support.

So, I have no idea what this means. Maybe all it means is that alpha is just another name for a damned stubborn man. Maybe it means labels are dumb. Maybe it means I was not meant to write the classic alpha/beta blog. Or maybe it means that most good men have both sets of characteristics, but have a dominate side that they display.

Any thoughts?

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LOL -- Mike is the same, but come to think of it, so am I -- those traits could just as easily apply to me -- and what I think it means in the end is that men are people. They have layers and different aspects to their personality that come out in different situations, just like we do, so I guess I'd go with "labels are dumb" -- LOL -- or maybe not. Labels have limited use, we need them to describe things or perform tasks like constructing characters, etc but when applied to real human beings with all of their complexity, usually fail miserably.

Sam

Well said, Sam! I like

Well said, Sam! I like labels when I'm writing, but even then my characters have layers--things I don't show the readers right off the bat, but eventually reveal. I guess we're all that way.

LOL

Funny post, Jeannie!

I always thought I'd married an Alpha man until, one day, the scales fell from my eyes and I realized he's totally Beta.

He just hides it in a different way.

ani

I wonder why they have that

I wonder why they have that need to conceal? I guess we all do, though. It's all self protection, I guess. :)

Great Topic!

Jeannie, I did the opposite; I married a Beta dressed in Alpha clothing! My husband was the classic bad boy all through high school. He was brooding and tough and a definite loner. He never asked for help. He always did whatever he wanted. At least once a week he'd walk down to "the bridge" to fight some challenger, and come into school the next day sporting some bruises, but secure in the knowledge that he'd kicked some major ass. He acted like he was pretty much pissed off at the whole world, and that's the way he preferred it. So imagine my surprise when I got to know him and realized that beneath the rough exterior was an incredibly sensitive soul.

Twenty years later, I've come to the conclusion that although he still occasionally tries to act like an Alpha, he's really a Beta. He's the one who always puts things into perspective for me; he's the peacemaker between me and my parents; he actually likes to discuss feelings; he makes me and the girls laugh every day with his goofy antics and bad jokes. He likes chick flicks. He's good to go shopping with. He makes a great best friend. People are comfortable around him and within five minutes of meeting him, are telling him their life stories. Strange, huh? So I sort of think that men have both characteristics and can go either way.

Karen--I think we both have

Karen--I think we both have an alpha-betas, which goes along with the labels are dumb and confining theory, lol. My husband goes shopping with me and waits while I try things on, then gives an honest opinion. He's the one decorating the house, and he does like chick flicks.

See! See! See!

That's my Beta husband too! Most people think he's totally Alpha (heck, I did, too) and now I know the truth!

I think it's cool that we

I think it's cool that we all have men who can watch a good chick flick, lol!

Funny

One of my favorite stories about this was when I was going to the local quilt shop often, and when I was trying to pick out fabric for our bed quilt, Mike came along and helped -- he has a fantastic eye for color and pattern, and he's often more daring than I am. He also likes cooking and reading, etc and the girls there thought he was just so great. Which he is.

But I was down there on my own one day and I was mentioning how I'd had some guy come up on the porch selling these religious items, and it was just a screen door between us and he got very pushy and wouldn't go away -- I called for Mike, who came downstairs (the guy obviously thought I was alone) and Mike got in his face and literally backed him off the porch -- he can be *very* alpha in the right moments, very intimidating, in fact, there have been times when he's more intimidating than he means to be, and I have to tell him to tone it down a little.

But the ladies at the quilt shop laughed at me -- they would NOT believe it. There was no way this nice man who reads books and picks out fabric could also be that macho. I guess they had only known one dimensional men, LOL, but I kind of like all those unexpected layers in one person.

Sam

Sam--I bet they know

Sam--I bet they know multidimensional men, but don't have a clue as to the existence of those other layers...:)

hehehe! Oh those Alphas! :)

hehehe! Oh those Alphas! :) I most definitely didn't marry one, which I'm sure is good for both of us. For, you know. The survival of our marriage the world at large.

M

Oh, I married an Alpha...

I thought he was Beta too. Cause he's nice, just like you said. But he got this dominant streak a mile wide. And he has this annoying habit of generally being right. He's fast on his feet and has a drive and ambition that'll last him through eternity. I think the classic bits that make my husband an Alpha--he's argued with me that he'd not--are that he puts family first, sometimes to his own detriment, and seems to think his shoulders can not only handle any load, but every load. And, again, he's usually right. Sigh.

Imagine my surprise, though, when our son came out just like him. Now I got two guys looking at me like I'm nuts. One I can yell at. The other I have to make see things my way by making him think HE thought of it.

Too bad those roles alternate on a day to day basis.

Dee

You crack me up, Dee. I

You crack me up, Dee. I have this visual image of Moo and your husband (who I visualize as Moo all grown up)exchanging guy glances as they deal with you. Wait until the girls get a little size on them--I think they'll be perfect back up.

You're not far off!

Moo is definitely his Daddy all over again. Except his eyes. Those are just like mine. He's the only one of the three that people can tell is mine, lol.

Well, until he looks at me and goes, "Duh!"

Hmm...

How fun! I think that lots of guys are a mix of both, and sort of change plumage with the circumstances--maybe a little like us women, who aren't always easily categorized either :) And it's good that there are very appealing qualities in both alphas and betas ;)

Amen!

Amen!

LOL...

I think I married an alpha in beta clothing as well. I thought he was sweet and malleable until I REALLY got to know him and now I realize with my personality I would (and have) eaten a beta guy for lunch. :-) I can be, uh, a little difficult. Our friends called us Fire and Ice from the very beginning. Sixteen years later and we're still burnin' and chillin'.

Oh Kim, burning and

Oh Kim, burning and chillin'...I think you need to write a Spice of that same title. And yes, dear, I think you may have eaten a beta for lunch ;) Nothing wrong with that, lol.

Like Pie

I'm sorry, I am totally into Dr. Horrible's Singing Blog right now, and they had a bit on there that had me howling, and it related completely to this blog, where they were saying something like "I thought he was cheesy, you know, but then I found out he was really sweet. He has a second layer you couldn't see, you know?" and then Dr. Horrible says "But sometimes there's a third layer, underneath the second, and it's exactly like the first one. . .like pie..."

It was so quick but so perfect, I just couldn't stand it... so an alpha seems like a beta but is really and alpha? Like pie...

LOL

Sam

Oh, I love this. I had a

Oh, I love this. I had a super shy government teacher in high school. Being a junior psychologist, I knew that his inferiority complex was actually masking a superiority complex, but now that I think about it, that third layer was probably inferiority.

And some guys--I think they're more like tortes than pies. Many layers.

Yeah, but cake or pie...

The bottom layer is still the same as the top... ROTFL

Sam

Maybe we need to lay them on

Maybe we need to lay them on their sides...

ROTFL