Why I see the need for an Alpha Male, but rarely write one.
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I’m a pretty dominant person. I don’t mean that I sit in a rocking chair in my kitchen dressed only in a leather basque and thong (please, the image is terrifying) with a whip while Members of Parliament lick my floor clean (floor, i said floor) – but I’ve generally gone out/married/cohabited with men – and sometimes women – who are Very Nice People. And they’ve driven me mad.
Entirely ungrateful of me, I know that. I just get fed up with saying “What shall we do tonight?” only to get the perfectly Reasonable and Nice response of “I don’t know – what would you like to do?” which often sends me into a Donald Duck tailspin. I know it’s unreasonable but just for once I’d like to be one who doesn’t have to make the decisions, who has them made for me. The one who the Nordic giant strides up to and growls, “Get your coat, you’ve pulled” or better still throws me over his shoulder and doesn’t give a bugger about getting my coat. It actually happened to me once, but… well, that’s another story altogether.
Deep, deep, deep inside me the tiny piece of me who’s really a size ten (that’s about a four in US speak I think), blonde and entirely helpless, the miniscule bit of me that really wanted to be Penelope Pitstop rather than Lara Croft is craving for the bloke (or a woman) who’s six foot six and crammed with more muscles than Dolph Lundgren. My sister can do blonde, stupid and helpless (and believe me she’s anything but…) so why have I never managed it?
And then the feeling goes away, because I know, deep deep in my heart, underneath that vacuous blonde bimbo I’d like to pretend to be, that if that man really started throwing his weight around, I’d be in Big Trouble and probably so would he.
All this is a long-winded way to explain why I rarely write a true Alpha male, not because he doesn’t exist, but I think the sort I’d like best, the one who would take me to places without asking me where I’d like to go (but (and this is the important part) they turn out to be the kind of places I’d like to go ANYWAY) doesn’t actually exist. But the one with the wife-beater and aggressive behaviour definitely does.
So my Alphas—Rafe from “Standish” is a classic example—are hamstrung by their own personality traits. Rafe is definitely an Alpha – he’s done exactly what he wants in his life, taking what he wants, seducing and allowing himself to be seduced when it suits him. He’s bought his way out of trouble and he’s bought companionship—and it’s not until he meets Ambrose who shows him he cares nothing for Rafe’s power and money—and also when he meets Achille, who mirrors many of the behaviours that Rafe has shown all his life, that his mental walls crumble and the full force of what a git he’s been hits him hard.
I don’t think I’ve even attempted an Alpha since – but I have to say, when my blonde bimbo self peeks out, usually on a Sunday when I’m wrapping myself around a box of chocolates—well, that’s when I’ll get out a Georgette Heyer in a brown wrapper and sigh—just as little as the stern Regency rake throws that itty bitty (but very feisty) heroine over his shoulder.
And I’m glad (deep down…) it isn’t me.
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