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Every now and again, I will say to Alpha Hubby, “I love you” – and he will reply, “What’s not to love?”

I have yet to come up with a viable and perfect comeback to that.

So I hit him in the arm.

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Grrrr. Being married to an Alpha is not always easy. I suffer. Really, really suffer.  Why?

Because I am the one who explained what an Alpha was to him. He was blissfully unaware there was a name to the type of man he is.  WHAT was I thinking??

Anyhoo, on this blogging hiatus I’ve been on, I didn’t miss posting here at all. No withdrawals, either. I think I was burned out. But on a good note, I have lost 30 pounds since January (yay) and Zen-ed my house more.

As I mentioned previously, Alpha Hubby and I opted to do some reading about successful people like Napoleon Hill who wrote the book, “Think and Grow Rich” and “The Law of Success in Sixteen Lessons.” By the way, the books are so inexpensive in Kindle form that there is no excuse if you’re looking for good success books.

Most of the books make the point that it is never too late to succeed in life. There is no cap or ceiling to succeeding – except the ones you put on.

But enough serious stuff. Other lessons were taught by these books, too.

The first tidbit of information can be construed as hysterically funny or taken a bit more seriously. 

In Napoleon Hill’s book (first published in 1937), there is a point he makes that, at first, made me roll around on the bed laughing. I thought Alpha Hubby was lying and using it as a sneaky way to get more. If you don’t know what that “more” is, it might explain your dragging sex live.

Anyhoo, the point that Hill made is that sex makes a man a genius. Yep, you read that right. Him bugging you for more isn’t because he’s a hound dog!

According to Hill’s book, “… (look) back through the pages of biography and history for more than 2,000 years. Wherever there was evidence available in connection with the lives of men of great achievement, it indicated most convincingly that they possessed highly developed sexual natures.

The emotion of sex is an ‘irresistible force’ against which there can be no such opposition as an ‘immovable body’. When driven by this emotion, men become gifted with a super power for action. Understand this truth and you will catch the significance of the statement that sex transmutation will lift one to the status of a genius.

The emotion of sex contains the secret of creative ability.”

At first I scoffed. Upon further reading and study on the subject, so many things came from that statement of “genius” that I realized that it wasn’t because the book was written so long ago. There is actual science to back it up – with the main point being that a sexually satisfied man (or woman) is going to be relaxed, happy, able to think clearly, and able to express himself succinctly.

A sexually non-satisfied man will not. He will actually become emotionally distant or find other outlets – such as time-consuming hobbies or hanging with the buddies more than his wife. What he won’t be is very smart (smile). 

As you can imagine, this has led to a whole new avenue of jokes for Alpha Hubby. “But honey, I need my genius level topped off” or “I’m feeling a bit unintelligent” and the like. *Sigh*

Then the other day, Alpha Hubby was reading the book, “Who Switched Off My Brain” by Dr. Caroline Leaf. At one point he grunted, “Huh.”

I said, “What?”

“Nothing.”

I HATE WHEN HE DOES THAT because I then start wondering what thought made him grunt.

Finally he answers, “I don’t hug you enough” along with stating what he’d read about how important a hug is. I can’t recall the scientific point of hugging. I just know he jumped up and gave me a hug. A real one (explained later).

He is right. It does calm the brain and make you feel amazing.

Except.

Him being Alpha, he is going to take it farther – the next time he hugged me, I smacked his arm.

Why? Well, this is the explained later part:

He used the hug as an excuse to cop a feel.

“Hey,” he says, “I can’t help it. I’m an Alpha.”

UGH.

Alpha Wolf

(Secretly, I love it. After 22 years of marriage, it is a wonderful thing that your beloved still wants to howl at the moon, chase you around the house, and beat his chest in conquest. Oh yeah.) 

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