Courageously, a friend of mine went on a blind date. We were volunteering at a Human Rights Campaign fund raiser and as we joke about the fact that she’ll never meet a straight man at such an event, in walks one such un-eligible male who decides he wants to set her up.
Always ready for a good time, or a good story, she went on the date. Next day I got the update: “He’s a ginger”. (For any who are not in-the-know, ginger=red-head.)
Wow! I knew people joked about this, but didn’t realize it would be that big of an obstacle. Fortunately for all you gingers out there, they went on a second date because his actual personality was stronger than his hair color. Better news for gingers, at least someone can easily identify you on a blind date!