Self-Description: I never appreciated my red hair (which was and is very red) when I was in grade school. It
made me seem too different and I got made fun of for it. Now I realize how much of a gift it is from
God. I don't get made fun of for it anymore, but am usually complemented. Now I feel special, not
different.
I am a college graduate (studied theology in Chicago) with dreams but not always enough ambition to
capture them. I am amittadly stubborn at times (maybe because of my red hair or maybe it's just me),
and love to show my humor. I was a truck driver for 2 years until too many accidents forced my
company to fire me (just little accidents, my truck didn't burn up like a friend of mines did). I
was also a flight attendant and am now a starbuck's barista at the Lake Orion M24 store. Come visit
if you're in the area.
I wrote a short story/poem on my red hair once. I must say, though, I was reading too much Dickens
at the time, and so it was very wordy. I would love to hear anyones experiences growing up with red
hair, especially if you felt like an outcast, and how you came to terms with your specialness. Look
foward to hearing from you.
Interests: I love to listen to music, to search for things on my computer, to drink coffee, to
read books, to be with my friends and go back and forth from serious subjects to joking around. I
love the outdoors and do take time to smell the flowers (only because I'm addicted to smelling
everything, like Hawkeye from M.A.S.H.). I love my uniqueness and love to broaden my horizons. At
the same time, I think that I'm pretty well ground (although open-minded) as a conservative
Christian. TA-TA. I'm not gay!
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