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It's really a great pleasure to annouce that this thread has no bearing in anything relatively important to anybody.
I was watching the sleep number commercial last night, and that redhead brought scary and pleasurable memories. And a hard on.
Getting a hard on at 66 no hands is next to impossible. But it happened.

I was crossing the Great State of Alabama and got lost. As usual.
I'm 25 or so and inmortal. I'm carring a 1911 in .45 cal that says I can go anywhere at any time. Because I know how to use it.
Needless to say I'm alone. As usual. Nobody hangs out with me. Only God and the devil dare.
I see a bunch of cheap colored bulbs and hear some music. I'm thristy, and tired. I need a break and a brew.
Thinking it was a normal country bar, the four of us went in.
It's a honkytonk. Chicken wire honkytonk. Playing with fire was a hobby,
so I kept walking to the bar.
I'm the only one with no hat or boots. But I got Misty in my back, resting in a left hand holster.
Music was good. Guitars. And a fiddler. I order a Bud.
The girl tending the bar looked surprised. Not good. No way to fly under the radar there. They all know each other. And I look very different.
I'm minding my own biz but she's taking her sweet time.
Making a stand would be foolish. I'm crazy, not stupid. I'm not even drunk.
I see a bunch of guys at the end of the bar talking to someone.
They are bunched up and can't see to whom they're talking to.
The bunch opens up a little and I see why they're drooling.
It's the most beautiful green eyed redhead I've ever seen. To this day.
She's the whole package. Wavy hair below the tits. And tits she had.
Healthy chubby. Freckles in the right places. And those huge country teeth.

I kept looking thinking she wasn't paying atention. I'm in love, but will have to go without. I thought to myself.
While I'm looking, she looks, briefly, and keeps on talking with the boys.
I keep looking, because I like what I see, and got none better to do.
A few seconds later, the greens met the browns again. This time for longer.
Again, another a sshole got in the middle. I think I won the 2nd round.
She cought me looking for the 3rd time. This time she pulled the boys apart and shouted..... WHAT!!!. Oh my, I'm dead. I hope is from a bullet.
I managed to put a smile and bring my shoulders up. And whispered "just looking".
"Well, you're too far." "Come'n look closer, haha!!." She was on friendly mode.
She knew I was on screwing mode. She's being there many times. And I couldn't hide it.
It took me like ten minutes to walk ten paces. TG it was crowded.
The guys next to her were not happy. But I was. And nervous. Very.
She extended her beautiful hand and asked: "What's your name?".
This is all outloud. I thought of changing my name to Chuck. But that's not
my name. "My name is Carlos, very nice meeting you."
Now I wasn't worried about a boyfriend or husband.. But the whole bar.
She was who I thought she was. A look around the bar, and everybody went on their knees. When the Queen moves, you crawl.

"And where are you from caarrlloss". In that sweet sweet Alabama country accent.
Hell, if I didn't lie the 1st time, not gonna start now. "I'm from Cuba".
"What State?" "Cuba". "You said Cuba, but what State".
"Cuba is a country." "Where?." "in the Caribbean". "If you say so."
"Is it pretty?." "Very pretty." "I'm going there in my vacation next year."
"Buy me a beer." "I'll buy you the brewery", "only I don't want to take advantage of you if you're drunk". "I'll be alright." BINGO!!!.

The rest is uneventful. What a boy and a girl do. But unforgetable.

So, I like redheads, but I'm afraid of them. I like blonds because they're comfy. Brunnetts can go either way, depending how skinny they are.
Talking about hair, I like hair everywhere. God intended it that way.
I don't like blue hair, green or purple. Now, a good punk combo is fine.
without tattos.

Do you like hair?. And what color and what color are you attracted to?.