I am an Alpha Female. That should say it all. But for the uninitiated, what does that mean? Likely you’ll not meet 10 people in your life with the combination of physicality, intelligence, and take charge personality that I have been blessed with. I expect people to follow my lead… And they usually do. But that’s not the whole story. Not by a long shot! You see, I’m about confusion. And camouflage. They are my friends, my edge, my strategy. People can’t necessarily tell I’m Alpha when I step out of my BMW in my business suit and brief case. What they do see is a Woman. Striking. Professional. Highly competent. And… somehow disturbingly powerful. Though they can only sense it; they can’t see it. And that confuses them as I smile through the camouflage of my business executive skin like a World War II battleship in dazzle paint. The truth barely discernible on the horizon of their consciousness. Not seeing what ripples, flexes effortlessly under my clothes, people have only my mind and personality to provide them clues. And that is usually more than enough to capture their attention and further muddy the questions that just… won’t… quite… form themselves. Long before they experience my physicality, most people are intrigued by my intellect. So, no, it’s not usually the Alpha stuff that finally forms their questions. What does then? You’d know perfectly well if you were there when I peeled out of my jacket to reveal the tank top or halter unexpectedly beneath. And the arms… and shoulders. If they’re lucky, I’d have gone bare midriff and flashed them my six-pack when I’m really in shape. That’s when the questions start! “Oh, you must be a bodybuilder.” “No, mistaken identity,” say I in my most professional tone. “I’m a medaled Athlete.” “Wow, you could compete in bodybuilding shows.” “Why would I do THAT? So the judges can judge Me? Now you ARE being silly, sir!” “Then why do you build your, uh, body?” “Because I love the power these muscles give me to fascinate – and influence -- men. …like you.” “Oh…..” “And, that’s why I build these iron muscles. Once I have them, I have your attention! Any more questions?” He’s got more, but I know the blood’s left his brain, and he can’t get himself together to form them. So I say “Bye now,” and go on my way, the confusion gone, the battleship in full view now, the details of her power unmistakable, and her Big Guns clearly, unapologetically, uncompromisingly… on display. Got YOUR attention? Want to find out more about me? Go to my About Me page. See you there...