Usually not my first choice, often my only option. That pretty much sums up my interactions with men who seek me out based on my hair color. Luckily for them they have the added bonus of a wicked sense of humor!
Can’t say that I have been a huge fan of men who introduce themselves to me then follow that up with a resume of all the redhead experience they have. Oh, you have been with five redheads so you are now qualified to talk to me? Great, you’re like the CEO of horrible lines that have no chance of working, even after you buy me a night’s worth of “redheaded slut” shots in hopes that I will catch your hint. Not subtle, but thanks for making your presence slightly more bearable.
If you are talking to me at a party about your lusty history of redheaded encounters you have clearly struck out with them in the past, yet still you persist. While I applaud your determination don’t you think it’s time to try a group a little easier, like blondes? Way more to pick from and don’t have that sass us redheads are known for, so you barely have to think when you talk to them. I kid, I kid. Sure we are going extinct, but does attempting to add one us to your to-do list suddenly make us more of an exciting challenge? Truth is, we are just as easy as the next girl in a half mesh, have shiny black spandex dress dropping it so low and so often on the dance floor you begin to wonder if we are mentally doing an aerobics video and counting these as squats.
I AM MORE THAN JUST A HAIR COLOR- I am a concave chest and an embarrassingly low tolerance too you know! Whelp, in that case lets just stick to defining me as a ging. That trait has suddenly become more appealing after my physical evaluation. Yes, I do fit the personality stereotypes that come with my hair color. Sure I have a quick temper, but I am equally as quick witted. A blonde or brunette will walk away after you say something stupid, but a redhead will stick around to insult you back. I am blunt, I am forward, opinionated, at times / most of the time crazy. A lot of other redheads are too, but that’s because guys who only like us for our hue have conditioned us to this manner. If you were constantly called upon because you had red hair, and only because you had red hair, you would evolve to a high degree of insult abilities too. It’s a mechanism of self defense. Plus being told you don’t have a soul is exhausting. Hey male population, just because the validity of my soul is questioned does not somehow make me more easily obtainable. Only booze does that. Or a man who can discuss the character depth of Elizabeth Bennett with me.
You know who I think of first when a guy says he likes redheads? The serial killer from Disturbia who only kills gingers. Is that really the connection you want me to make?