The Beauty of Long Red Hair
Rita Hayworth, Tori Amos, Nicole Kidman, Wilma from the Flintstones, Kirsten Dunst, train wreck Lindsay Lohan and yes, even Marilyn Monroe have (or had) one thing in common; beautiful, natural red hair. OK, I take back Wilma from the Flinstones because she wasn't a real person and she wasn't hot as far as animated characters go in my opinion. I'd have to give that honor to Jessica Rabbit. And while Marilyn went blond to possibly have more fun I say why can't redheads have just as much or more?
RED
The color evokes love, passion, intense energy, heat in situations of lust and desire and warmth in times of need. Some may think of blood and if not in the gory macabre sense, then as a means of sustaining life and vigor. There is a current of aggression to the color red. Not the kind that assaults us in a negative way, rather it taps into our senses and desires for something exciting. We see it in cars that catch our eye on the road which say "fast" to our subconscious. We are struck by it's assertiveness and sensual insinuations when the right woman walks into a room in a well fitting dress of this color. On the right body a woman's beauty is accentuated in numerous ways. The curves, the geometry of a beautiful woman's body, become all the more pronounced. The color red is a most special one indeed.
However, the color of red hair takes all of these principals and advances them forward a step. The color is "in the body" so to speak. It is genetic therefore it's an actual part of them and not an accessory. While hair may be seen as a form of natural ornamentation to some, real red hair is such a striking enhancement to a woman that it's almost an essential appendage like an arm or leg. Some of you may disagree and that is all fine and well but when my head turns to look at a woman with red hair, it is for that reason first and foremost. In a sea of blond and raven haired beauties, red hair is almost a novel and most precious alternative to admire and fantasize about running your hands through.
Fire Down Below
My experience with redheads is not all inclusive but memorable. I had ventured down to the city to meet a mutual friend of a coworker that I had met a week before at a Prince concert at Madison Square Garden. She was a photographer or at least an aspiring one and had fair skin and long curly red hair. Over beers and conversation things grew intense. Enough so that when it came time for me to grab a train at Grand Central to trek back home to Connecticut, it became an obstacle to what was to come. Or what I thought was to come. Fuck the train, there were always more ready to take me home tomorrow. I'd spend the night at her place per her invitation. We kissed by the famous clock in that makes Grand Central so grand as people passed and made our way to the subway.
The young woman in question was not without baggage. She had a boyfriend several states away. Guilt set in but she still wanted me to stay. What was going on in her mind I will never know. But I was deprived of a honor and privilege that could have been mine. And that was tasting the sweet ginger and feeling warm heat below. To run my hands through that small patch of red goodness, to feel it brush against my face as I moved in for the kill....yes...that would be wonderful.
But I've already said too much.
Primal Attraction
Perhaps it's the sharp contrast: My dark hair and skin against their fair complexion and red locks that fuels the attraction. The old tiresome observation of opposites attracting may be true here. My last redhead sighting involved a beautiful barmaid. A nice Irish girl with long straight red hair that almost went to her waist. The Lady Godiva look was never here nor there for me but her green eyes and gorgeous smile left my in a state of euphoria and desire.
Oh to hold her in my arms and have her taunt me with that red hair. What an experience.
But it was not meant to be, she had a boyfriend too. Such is my luck.
I may never fully grasp my attraction to redheads beyond a instinctual level but maybe it's not for me to figure out, rather just go with it and enjoy. We only live once and some things needn't be complicated. We have enough of that and I'm all for keeping it to a minimum to insure maximum pleasure.
Coming up...... Are women more prone to fighting each other than men?
Also...
The drive.
And......
Giving the gift of "boob."
