Red Heads?

Trying to explain why I like red heads is like trying to explain why I like Pepsi. It's similar to Coke, and there's nothing wrong with Coke, but given the choice between the two (and all other things being equal), I'd take a Pepsi any day.

I don't know why I like red heads or why I find them totally enchanting, but I do. Pale translucent skin, freckles, light eyebrows, orange body hair. They all put a spell over me that's hard to believe.

I spot red headed guys in a crowd. I own Freckles.com. I saw The Hanging Garden in the theatres three times because the story of adolescent attraction with a red head was so real to me. The best thing about Apollo 13 was the ground control room. Naked in New York tops right up there in visual appeal. Todd Gibbs is worth the cost of a rental.

I don't know how to explain it. I just know that a cute red head puts a spell over me. (But for what it's worth, I'd take the guy on the left WAY before the guy on the right... a crimson top does not automatically pass go. Actually, I think the guy on the left is adorable.)

At one time I even had a reward out for finding me a red head... and I once flew from Boston to Pennsylvania to meet a red headed reader. Things have changed since then, but my attraction for cute red headed guys is still as strong as ever.