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GINGERNUTS CREEP ME OUT...

”description”Dear Diary, Last week I got asked out by a red head. Now I don't want to sound racialist, but I don't usually do that. I'm not saying that I've got anything against redheads - how can I? I work with and love like a brother, the Original Orange Teddy Bear, Jason Dick. But, being honest about it, I think it's one of those maternal/genetic wiring/snobby things. I have always pictured myself having dark haired kids and a ginger lover may throw a wrench in that particular works...
I hear they've got strong sperm. I even broke up with a dark haired guy once because I found out that his sweet, grey haired old mother had had ginger hair when she was younger. I digress. So I get asked out by this guy, and even though I'm really off guys at the moment, and am still reeling from my recent relationship trouble, I thought "what the hell, maybe my problem is that I've never given a gingernut a chance." So we went out. Now did I mention that this guy was 23, lives in Dallas is a banker and that I met him on 6th street? Not really one of the two moulds that I usually go for, you know, young hot musician/actor/waiter, or older loaded guy, but as I said, I was going for something different. The guy was very sweet, charming and kind. Even funny every now and then. But I still just couldn't get the white eyelashes off my mind. Would he ever be down for wearing mascara? And what about all those freckles? I've already got enough so that the biggest dot to dot enthusiast could be busy for all eternity, I don't need more in my life. I don't know, the date was nice, I even met up with Jason for a bit so he could check him out. But I just think my hair colour racism got the best of me. I can't see him again. All I think of is that hard to care for luminous white baby skin that comes free with the offspring of red headed people...

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