That picture is my father. The baby is me. I think he was 24 years old.
My father was 5'6" and 135 pounds. Women his age always told me he was "very good-looking" when younger. He told me he had a Little Black Book full of women's names, which I always thought was a myth until he told me about it.
He told me he got into a fair number of fights with guys envious of his success with women. Some of the women he wasn't interested in never forgave him. I was popular enough with women to know exactly what he was talking about.
Some tried to start fights because he wasn't very big.
By the time he was in his 50's his hair was gone, and he told me once he was standing in McDonalds and a woman he had not been interested in 35 years before pointed at his head and started laughing.
He also told me in his 70s about once a year a former girlfriend, whose husband had died, called him up wondering if he was available.
He dropped out of high school, got a GED, and spent his career as a general contractor. I estimated his IQ as about 107.
I grew up six inches taller, 25 pounds heavier, stronger and a lot smarter. He grew up a lot better-looking than me and a lot more popular with women. That's all he had on me. I was never envious of him. He was a moderate-IQ extrovert and I am a high-IQ introvert.
He and my mother fought all the time and I remember police cars in front of the house more than once. My mother once hit him in the head with a telephone and split his scalp open. The next day he got rid of his .38.
He couldn't handle his liquor at all and I remember one time finding him passed out in bed wearing his bowling shirt, with all the doors open and lights on, with a waste basket next to him to throw up in.
Here's my question. Who's the "Alpha" here? The "Beta"? Gamma, Delta, Sigma? I'm not seeing them. I never see them.
What I do see, every time, are men who are mixtures of all of them.