The Alpha Male.
My sister in law and I hashed for hours. First, we talked about the different messages society gives to women and then we moved into talking about men: how some are safe and others are dangerous. So confusing! So frustrating! My brother sat silent, drinking his beer. We kept talking. He paid the bill. We kept talking. He ushered us out of our first spot and walked us to our dinner spot. We kept talking.
At some point on our walk, we asked what he thought. "There's no reason to talk so much about it. It's an unsolveable mystery," he offered.
We kept walking. We kept talking.
We sat down, ordered dinner, and kept talking as we waited for our food. My brother said nothing. Then the crescendo: What's the difference between these "safe" men and the dangerous ones?!? Here, my brother interrupted:
"The safe men aren't Alpha Males."
And just like that ... as if the combination slipped into place ... he unlocked the mystery.
 I prefer the Alpha Male.
*Silence.*
A moment to process.
A toast ... and a new conversation.
What a liberating moment.Â


















