I'm glad for your son. And I'm not saying that as some sarcastic rejoinder; I genuinely am glad when someone's relationships go right, or even start to (as in this case; you never know how it's going to turn out.) We humans can fuck up a wet dream, or a one-car funeral procession on the random drop of a dime, and relationships in general are slippery as hell.
<obligTradingRef> Van Tharp did a bunch of research on stock trading, shared with a top-notch trader friend of his, which showed that entry points are essentially meaningless (they flipped a coin to decide on entries); what matters is how the rest of the trade, including exits, is conducted. I hope you see the parallels.
My experience with relationships is that each and every one of them is a universe of its own, with infinite dependencies. But I've mentioned what's worked for me throughout all of my life, in nearly binary terms.
BTW, another buried assumption you have: that what turns me on somehow means "drama queen" or something else that is necessarily negative. I assure you that I don't have that kind of a conflicted bias built into either one of my heads. In fact, I've been told that some of my women were not particularly beautiful; to me, for a variety of reasons including who they are as people, they are indeed the most beautiful. (Those preferences have shifted somewhat over the years, but not radically.)
If your life has been such that everything you thought or knew when you were 18 is wrong, that simply points up the differences between us. For me, quite a number of the lessons I'd learned by then have remained valuable and became more so over time.