Self-Description: Hi, my name is Steve, I've been a redhead for 31 years. It's been
three months since my last hair cut.
My hair gets real thick and that drives me nuts. It curls into large
clumps that can not be combed by normal means. I also have this crazy
cowlick that was painfully obvious during the 70s and 80s--back when
feathered hair was in style, back when I'd let my hair puff out as big
as any fro you'd ever see.
As far as I can tell, it has been zero advantage for me being a redhead.
One would think that it has some benefits, but I have yet to find any.
I'd rather be tall. Redheads do not tan, they suffer from skin cancer,
their noses, ears and necks burn every summer. When I was a kid in
California and then Chicago, I hated wearing shorts because my legs glow
in the dark.
The attached pictures may need some explaining. But I won't.
My dad used to call me big-red when I was a kid. He also used to say,
"Red on the head like the tick on a p**ck of a dog." I never knew what
that meant until I was older. My mom always tried offset his clever
rhyme by telling me that freckles are angel kisses. I understood mom.
My dad also used to tell me that I should never let a girl kiss me until
she could count all my freckles; I'm glad I didn't wait for that to be
true. My dad, a Navy man, was full of sayings, my favorite was his ex
planation of why he preferred showers over baths, "Never wash your face
with the same water you wash your butt with." Useful. He has more, but
they get worse and I risk being censored if I post them.
I've said very little about myself, as per the instructions, I'll just
let my hair speak for me.
As far as the redhead-temper goes: I don't have one. By some standards
I may be disqualified from race as a result. However, perhaps it is
just the Irish who have tempers, and not read heads per se?
Children: Abby
John Mark
Interests: Theology
Chess
Math
Reading, Reading, Reading
School
I used to like computers, now they just pay the bills
Contact Info:
Available but Hidden.
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