What can I say? I was sitting in bed wondering what to write about, when I started reflecting on my past. When I do this, my mind tends to wander to one of my favorite topics to think and write about...old crushes. I thought about the new kid in eighth grade who wanted to be a magician. I thought about the guy I had my first slow dance with. I thought about my current and first true boyfriend. I thought about the one thing they all have in common: luscious, red/blonde/orange locks of hair.
|My favorite ginger...making some sort of a face.|
When I was interested in these boys, I didn't really notice their hair color. However, I did notice how their cheeks flushed red, and how their freckles shined brightest when we all returned back to school in the fall. But I never really thought about the hair. As much as I worship the opposite sex's hair, it wasn't a deal breaker or maker. But maybe, just maybe, I've always fancied gingers.