What happens when you mix a ginger gal (me) with an S&M-esque studded Madonna bra (worn outside of a shirt)? A lot of genuine male interest, apparently. And I don't think it's because of any BDSM fantasies, unless they are hiding it well.
Anyway, I, for once, had legitimate, soberish conversations with two males at a party who I am pretty sure were interested in more than making out with me for one night (ie actual dating-wtf!). That's quite a triumph for me.
But I digress. I'm pretty sure said males were both skinnier than me, and one was probably even shorter than me.
And one was rocking the red Jew fro, just like me. And everyone wanted us to get together, as per usual. People tend to promote the ginger cause.
But I must be the redheaded reincarnation of Hitler, because I have a repulsion to my own kind. (Hitler's grandmother was Jewish, in case you didn't know.) In the dim light, I thought, "Ok, this guy ain't half bad. He's got a nice smile." (Smiles, I'm realizing, are my weakness.)
Then I saw him later, under bright florescent lights, and the thought of us together made me queasy when I realized just how bright his hair was.
WTF is wrong with me? I know you silly commenters think I'm horrid for have preferences of what I'm attracted to, and that's OK. I want to like said males, as they are attractive in their own light, but not my usual type/what I tend to be attracted to. And I am really not sure why I had such an averse reaction to a fiery head.
Then again, what I've been attracted to has not always worked so well in my favor, so maybe I should just go with who other people tell me to date, and keep in mind that successful couples tend to look alike, as creepy as that is.
What do you think, blog readers? I just wish men who weigh less than me and are shorter than me would hit on someone their own size. And I ain't that big or tall.