A Real Life Alpha Hero

We talk about Alpha males and awful lot here at Writers Gone Wild, so I decided to show off my Alpha male.

See that up there? That's genuine, Grade A, beefcake Alpha male. He can't even put his arms down. If he could, his knuckles would drag the floor. He's a total caveman. *grin* That's 6 foot 2 inches and three-hundred pounds of man. (Sometimes 6'3 after he's been "adjusted")And it's mine. His ancestors were explorers and conquerors, taking to their longships and sailing uncharted waters hoping for glory, gold and battle. Yep, those legs have pillaging thighs. I truly believe he could tear down a castle with his bare hands if he were so motivated. Oh yes.

Like all romance novel heroes, he's a considerate lover. Very considerate. In fact, there is no lengths to which he won't go to please me. As evidenced by his many injuries he's received in said pursuits. At one point, he even tore the skin under his tongue. Ruminate on that for awhile. I'll wait. *blushes* Yes. Uh-huh.

But that's not really the best part.

I've had some fellow writers comment on what they perceive as his lack of interest in my writing. He doesn't care for the genre I write in. It doesn't engage him so he doesn't read my work. But I don't find that unsupportive. Why? Because he's worked two jobs for twelve years so I can pursue my writing.

When I told him I'd won the Textnovel contest, he wasn't surprised. In fact, he'd squirreled away a little bit of money already to take me out to dinner because he said he knew I'd win. Just like he says he knows my other books are going to hit big.

I asked him what if they don't? He said it doesn't matter because I'll be doing what I love.

A friend invited me to Ireland and he's always wanted to go, but he sat down and started looking at our budget to see how much overtime he'd have to work so I could go.

He remembers what I was wearing when we first met. We celebrate our first date more than we do our anniversary.

My favorite heroes are scarred because it's physical evidence of sacrifice. My husband's are in the lines around his eyes, when he falls into bed exhausted, when I can see how badly he needs a new watch because his old one doesn't keep time anymore, but he spends the money on something for the kids. Or on more cat food for the strays he feeds.

And he never complains about how tired he is. Never looks for recognition for how hard he works, how many hours he puts in. Never complains if I'm caught up in whatever project I'm working on and I forget to do the laundry.

We just had our 12th anniversary on the 13th. We didn't really do anything. We'll celebrate more Christmas Day. That was when we started dating. We'll celebrate again on New Years because that was our first date.

And I haven't even touched on the banter... but I think I'll save that for another post.

Tell me about your Alpha male.