Redheads Have More Fun?
May 25th, 2010
We met online and arranged to meet at a bar. I waited for 30 minutes, only for him to show up drunk. Not tipsy, but dump-his-martini-all-over-me-in-the-first-five-minutes drunk. He then kept grabbing at me, and told me close to 40 times that he liked redheads, while petting my hair. When I went to leave, he proceeded to tell the bartender, the host, and anyone on the street–as I ran to catch a cab–that I was a bitch for bailing on him. Then several months later, I was out for my birthday with my sister (she’s also a redhead). She points out this guy who she’d briefly dated but ultimately turned out to be a jerk (I had heard the horror stories and never knew who the mystery idiot was) and of course it was the SAME GUY.
