Page 78 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
What They Don’t Tell You in Omega Ed
Dearest Diary,
Being in close confines with ice cream and two cowboys can lead to a very happy ending.
There. I said it. Judge away.
God, I can’t believe tonight. Every day I wake up promising myself I’ll be rational, figure out what I actually need, keep some professional distance. And every day I somehow dig myself deeper into this sweet, complicated mess. Someone send a ladder. Or a shovel. At this point, I’m not sure which direction I’m trying to go.
Let’s talk about something they definitely didn’t cover in those clinical Omega education classes we all had to sit through in high school.
Remember how they said we’dfeel drawntocompatible Alphas? That nice, sanitized phrase that made it sound like a gentle pull, like magnets on a refrigerator?
LIES. ALL LIES.
What they should have said was, “Your body will stage a full coup against your brain. You will lose any semblance of control you thought you had. Your perfectly reasonable life plans will go up in flames while your hormones dance on the ashes.”
With my first Alpha? Never felt anything close to this. I thought I was broken, honestly. Thought maybe those textbooks were exaggerating or I was somehow defective. Turns out I just wasn’t with the right Alpha.
Here’s what they don't tell you about true compatibility:
The Scent Thing Is Real
And by “real,” I mean overwhelming. It’s not just “Oh, he smells nice.” It’s “I would follow that scent into traffic.” Your Omega brain completely bypasses all logic and goes straight to MINE, MINE, MINE.
Your Body Becomes a Traitor
Thought you had control over your reactions? Adorable. Your body will do whatever it wants, whenever it wants. Blushing, trembling, other things we won’t discuss in a public forum.
Distance Doesn’t Help
You think you can just avoid them? Maintain professional boundaries? Your Omega instincts laugh at your cute attempts at self-preservation.
And tonight I discovered that ice cream can be a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands. Or the right hands. Depends on your perspective.
But here’s the real lesson, my fellow Omegas: When you find yourself in a situation where your biology is screaming one thing and your brain is desperately trying to maintain some dignity, remember that it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to want to run. It’s okay to feel like you’re losing yourself.
Because you’re not losing yourself. You’re just discovering parts you didn’t know existed.
(That doesn’t mean you should make major life decisions while under the influence of Alpha pheromones. Learn from my mistakes.)
To all my Omega Readers:
Those dealing with their own Alpha situations, you’re not broken if you don’t feel the pull. You’re not weak if you do. And you’re definitely not alone if you’re currently hiding in a barn, googling,How to maintain rational thought around scent matches.
We’re all just out here doing our best with biology that has its own agenda.
Tomorrow’s goal: Actually stick to the plan. Work. Cats. No cowboys.
(Place your bets now on how long that lasts.)
City Omega out.(Still in the country. Still learning. Can’t look at ice cream again without having feelings.)
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RIDGE
The whiskey burns less than the knowledge that they were at the rodeo without me.
