Vive la Différence
Those who know me well can answer the question rather easily: to the extent that I have a “type” when it comes to women, what is it? The answer to that question, rather unlike most answers I am prone to give, is concise: redheads.
Discussing the question with a friend (well, a friend of a friend) a few months ago, I provided the following ranking: Fiery Coppery redheads; Pale, raven-haired (black-haired) girls; auburn/brownish-reds/reddish-brunettes; strawberry-blondish redheads; brunettes. Note that blondes are not even on my list. My companion modified my list, as he considers “Asian” a color of hair: apparently Asian women with dark hair have a different kind of dark hair than non-Asians. Who knew?
As I side note, I must observe: in terms of straightforward beauty, brunettes can and often do trump redheads. I have no doubt that the most beautiful women in the world are brunettes; certainly the most beautiful women I’ve seen. Jennifer Connelly is more beautiful than Nicole Kidman; but then there’s that hair. There is just something about that exotic, rare, intoxicating shade that just bypasses all rational thought and enthralls. I have honestly met women that I would date, because of the color of their hair alone. There may be more beautiful brunettes, but all in all, redheads are more attractive.
I had a patient last night who had a rather impressive mane. Dark, coppery red: it wasn’t her natural shade, but she was clearly a natural redhead, and it wasn’t that far from her hair color of younger days. I drew praise from her for having noted on my own that the redheaded species is divided into two major sub-groups: there are green-eyed ones, with strongly Irish features (prominent chins, high foreheads), reddish-to-pale skin, freckles, and coppery, fiery hair; and blue-eyed ones, in general with fairer complexions, almost pale, without freckles, and hair tending either toward deep red or strawberry blonde. She also appreciated a saying that I read somewhere about redheads: Redheads are like other women, only more so.
I went out on a date with a blonde earlier this year, late August or early September. I mentioned to her that she was only the second blonde I had gone out with in 10 years, and that I had gone out with more (natural!) redheads than that over the course of the summer. Let me assure you, that takes work; in the event she wasn’t a natural blonde, but a brunette. I didn’t get a second date.
While I could not tell that she was not a natural blonde, I have been known to be able to tell, in very dim light, that a girl I had never seen before, and whose hair was dark enough to nearly get lost in the shadows, was a natural redhead. I was even able to pick out the fact that she had freckles around her temples, in the dim light, much to the amazement of a female coworker. She was unable to tell, until the lights came up, that the girl’s hair color was natural; and she has considerable experience with hair coloring, as her mother is a professional hairdresser. I know those Irish girls.
In addition to three women I went out with over the summer, my last two girlfriends were redheads. A previous patient, who was also a redhead, tried to warn me about pursuing redheads with too much enthusiasm: they can be rather like handling fire, and one mustn’t undertake to pursue them without knowing what one is doing. I assured her: I know what I’m getting myself into. I also know it’s worth it.
Redheads are like other women, only more so.
Discussing the question with a friend (well, a friend of a friend) a few months ago, I provided the following ranking: Fiery Coppery redheads; Pale, raven-haired (black-haired) girls; auburn/brownish-reds/reddish-brunettes; strawberry-blondish redheads; brunettes. Note that blondes are not even on my list. My companion modified my list, as he considers “Asian” a color of hair: apparently Asian women with dark hair have a different kind of dark hair than non-Asians. Who knew?
As I side note, I must observe: in terms of straightforward beauty, brunettes can and often do trump redheads. I have no doubt that the most beautiful women in the world are brunettes; certainly the most beautiful women I’ve seen. Jennifer Connelly is more beautiful than Nicole Kidman; but then there’s that hair. There is just something about that exotic, rare, intoxicating shade that just bypasses all rational thought and enthralls. I have honestly met women that I would date, because of the color of their hair alone. There may be more beautiful brunettes, but all in all, redheads are more attractive.
I had a patient last night who had a rather impressive mane. Dark, coppery red: it wasn’t her natural shade, but she was clearly a natural redhead, and it wasn’t that far from her hair color of younger days. I drew praise from her for having noted on my own that the redheaded species is divided into two major sub-groups: there are green-eyed ones, with strongly Irish features (prominent chins, high foreheads), reddish-to-pale skin, freckles, and coppery, fiery hair; and blue-eyed ones, in general with fairer complexions, almost pale, without freckles, and hair tending either toward deep red or strawberry blonde. She also appreciated a saying that I read somewhere about redheads: Redheads are like other women, only more so.
I went out on a date with a blonde earlier this year, late August or early September. I mentioned to her that she was only the second blonde I had gone out with in 10 years, and that I had gone out with more (natural!) redheads than that over the course of the summer. Let me assure you, that takes work; in the event she wasn’t a natural blonde, but a brunette. I didn’t get a second date.
While I could not tell that she was not a natural blonde, I have been known to be able to tell, in very dim light, that a girl I had never seen before, and whose hair was dark enough to nearly get lost in the shadows, was a natural redhead. I was even able to pick out the fact that she had freckles around her temples, in the dim light, much to the amazement of a female coworker. She was unable to tell, until the lights came up, that the girl’s hair color was natural; and she has considerable experience with hair coloring, as her mother is a professional hairdresser. I know those Irish girls.
In addition to three women I went out with over the summer, my last two girlfriends were redheads. A previous patient, who was also a redhead, tried to warn me about pursuing redheads with too much enthusiasm: they can be rather like handling fire, and one mustn’t undertake to pursue them without knowing what one is doing. I assured her: I know what I’m getting myself into. I also know it’s worth it.
Redheads are like other women, only more so.
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