How we met.

I met my husband at a time when I had dropped out of college two classes shy of achieving my degree.  I had floundered in trying to decide a major all the way through college because I KNEW that my goal in life was to be a mother and I weighed each decision regarding my major as to whether it would help me to reach that goal or not.   At one point I considered becoming a doctor and was well on my way, but when I considered the debt that would be hanging over my head when I finished that degree, and knowing that said debt would effectively keep me from being a Mommy, I switched to a teaching degree, thinking that this would be a degree that would allow me to be a Mom without too much debt.

During my junior year, I got a nice job for a doctor and was able to work and continue school at the same time.  This job was so good that I no longer considered teaching to be something that I would need to "fall back on" at any point in the future, knowing that I was gaining skills as a medical technician that would allow me to find work easily at any time.  As a result, I quit school after my junior year and just enjoyed working full-time. 

My husband, on the other hand, had just finished his degree and had moved to our town to look for work. We met at church and became fast friends. I did NOT consider him husband material.  He had mystery about him - a little TOO much mystery.  It seemed to me that he used this mystery to get attention, a tactic that I considered juvenile.   For example:  He claimed to have headaches that caused him to black out and "lose time".  He seemed to revel in the novelty of this malady and mention it with drama at each opportunity.  He would hint darkly at a checkered past.

Upon reflection, I can see that I was involved in my own kind of manipulation, attention-seeking behavior at this time as well, though specific instances escape me (sarcasm font required).

He had an extremely quirky sense of humor, which appealed to me and he seemed to genuinely NOT CARE what others thought of him. [tingles!]  He also thought it was a shame that I had dropped out of school so close to finishing and encouraged me to finish, going so far as to drive me to my classes an hour away if they were at night.

In my memories he stands out as being quite Alpha when we met due to the not caring about what others thought.  However, the exercise of writing this down causes me to reflect that there was quite a bit of Beta there as well:  the driving me to class and waiting for me, the attention-seeking. 

Was he more Alpha or Beta at that time?