Ginger*..er, Orange Crush

I have a confession to make.

I adore red heads – male, female; doesn’t matter. I love red hair – I love it when I have red hair. I especially love unnatural shades of red hair.

I can’t resist a red headed bass player from Russia ~
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But my favorite red hair is a huge mane of thick coppery wavy red hair.

Gorgeous ~ Gorgeous ~ Gorgeous….
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I remember my first ‘ginger red headed crush’. I was 12. A horrid special time in a girl’s life.  I had “become been a woman” for a good year by that time; and frankly the anticipation was misspent – it sucked.  Plus no one else that I knew had started their period.  So of course right smack in the middle of the monthly ‘woman activities’ I was going to my first and ONLY overnight camp– a week during spring in the middle of my 6^th grade year. We had freshman counselors.  Knowing what I know about having to spend a week with 12 year olds is that you want counselors that are slightly older, yet unable to escape via the magic of a license and access to a car.

So I spied him on day one. Seth Black  (an obviously fictitious moniker ). Skinny, shy, awkward, red headed – I was instantly hooked.             

Since I can’t post awkward red head pictures of Seth Black –I’ll use Rupert Grint to illustrate. He goes from dork to hot in just a few short years.
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Poor Seth, he was probably horrified to have this gawpy 6^th grader following him around trying to engage him in conversation.  If my memory serves me right, he made eye contact and spoke with me. Which, of course, was a fatal error on his part – it only encouraged me.  But I can’t fail to think that I made a lasting impression upon him.

For some unknown reason he was running after me down a trail, I remember laughing and I turned around and threw a chocolate doughnut right at his face. Nothing says “love” like a chocolate doughnut in the face.

That was the end of that.  I never saw him again.

Until…

I was 24, working in a natural foods co-op. I was ringing up some groceries and I looked up at the next person in line …and it was a GORGEOUS, TALL, LONG WAVY-HAIRED RED HEADED MAN.

Ok – his hair is not long or wavy like’s Seth’s – but it is the right color and he’s gorgeously gorgeous.
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The first thing I do is say “OH MY GOD! You’re Seth Black – I threw a doughnut at your face at 6^th grade camp. You are stunningly gorgeous.”  And then my brain registered what just came out of my mouth and I turned a redder shade of red than his hair.  He took it in stride and laughed.

A few years later, I hear some of my naturalist/water-harvesting/birdy/compost toilet-y friends talking about a “Seth Black” and one person said I would love his mane of red hair.  So of course my radar went off and after a few mercenary-reseacherish type questions, I ascertained it indeed was the same Seth Black. Turns out he’s a pretty big deal in Tucson – he specializes in environmental issues and whatnot however I shan’t describe it too much, else he be identified.

Cool eh?

And it goes without saying that Lauren Ambrose (Claire Fischer – Six Feet Under) is the red head that I’d want to be

Lucky wench.
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But not every red head is an Alexi Lalas or Benedict Cumberbatch…

Yummy
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Some are Ron Howards or (god help us all) Carrot Tops.

I’m snausaged.
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I don’t even know what to say about Carrot Top…

Last but not least, the most beautiful red head of them all…

I know at least 10 people reading this were wondering when David Bowie would show up…
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And that’s my confession.

*Mr Bill McMorrow has alerted me, via song, that I may only use “Ginger” if I am a ginger – and I’m currently NOT a ginger.

Added Bonus:

Another fabbo red head~

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