I’m an alpha type. I don’t mean this to brag. But I’m confident, attractive, smart, strong. I never was shy around girls and I had my fair share of exploits through college.
My wife isn’t the type you would immediately think to pair me with. When we met, she was a smart, overachieving, shy A grade student. She was pretty, but didn’t really know it. Hair tied back, clothes would be plain and rarely show off her great legs or bum. She was the typical geek student.
I fell for her slowly, at first it was some friendly competition, she always scored above me in class, but only just, so I would joke with her that next time I would beat her. I could tell she was into me, and I think I enjoyed being the cool guy she had a crush on. Then we started studying together for the upcoming exams, and next thing you know, I was head over heels for a girl who was several stations below me in terms of the social hierarchy. She was the shy girl who scored one of the cool guy’s on campus, and we graduated only the next year and by then, none of this stuff really mattered. A few years later, we got married.