Hair color attraction.

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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?.

My hair is cotton candy pink...and long...and I have a lot of tattoos... My husband has a bald head. I like bald men....Jason Statham types.

I honestly don't care, p. Normally I'm looking at other parts.

Hahaha....me too *wink

Hey! You're only supposed to write one-line posts!

And I just thought (well today) about starting a thread about hair colour. Great minds, ay?

Similar tastes pir

I'm a sucker for black hair with bangs

Thanks for taking me on this trip with you. Sounds exciting. I like all hair colors. I like hair. Full thick heads of soft curls sorta John Snow style. I also like a good bald look if one can pull it off. I love to people watch. I love body language, gestures and facial expressions.

Sorry still haven't read it all. Too tired.

But you're right to be afraid of redheads.

Mine's more Elizabethan. It's interesting to see how the supposedly recessive hair colour (gene) was seen in all English queens or kings since Elizabeth Woodville up to and including Elizabeth I. If only she had an heir. Nevertheless, your ancestors might very well have been subjects of redheads.

q.e.d.



Edit:
Read it. Tall tale.

But I actually quite like black hair and brown eyes. I'm just too busy ruling the world for that kind of nonsense. True story.

I am very blonde, and I will in an area with a high First Nations population, so I stick out like the proverbial sore thumb, and I get stared at a lot.
I like light haired people because they tend to burn easily in the sun (like me) and thus (in my logic) won't do things that might result in a sunburn

I like red heads. Always have. Red headed kids are precious. I like all hair colors and tend to like blue or green eyes best. But I've seen some amazing hazel and brown eyes in my day. I just love pretty things.

Hi Rasps, how are U.
I look at other parts too. But I'm a hair man. Not a hairy man thought.
To me, a woman has to be beautiful. The face is the part I see the most even several positions.Whatever doesn't go thru my eyes, will never get to my penis.
When I go to a dance, I always go for the prettiest one. Most guys are afraid,
and they dance very little. It's the same effort with a way bigger reward.
And most of the time I win. I'm a tit man too. But that's another story.
I hope you're doing fine. Luv, P.

Awe, I love you too, p! How have you been?

Don't get me wrong. Faces are good too. Not into a face only a mother could love. I'm just initially interested in body parts. lol. I like nice bodies.

I'm doing GRRRREAT!!!!. Thank you for the love, and for asking.
I dunno if it's the damned Lithium, or I was due to get hyper again.
But I am me again. With all the joy that only a person with bipolar can feel.
I have more problems than before, but I don't care. I don't care about most anything.
The only concern I have is that my wife of 30 long years of "uninterrupted"
happiness (we have separated more times that I can count, I'm always the one leaving. She calls me The Quitter) is having an eye operation.
I have had eye operations in both eyes, but my eyes are not important.
Hers are. She has to push my wheelchair when I get older.

I'm happy you're doing great, p!