The combined effects of a good evening & a skin of cheap rum prompt me to tell you lads a cautionary tale. - One not to be repeated, not ever.
My tastes ran to intense, intelligent, leggy, Mediterranean looking females with unreal ratios and long, flowing dark hair.
Somehow by utilizing the skills learned on the Manitoba prairies, the subtlety picked up in the Navy and social graces Michigan Tech was famous for I managed to cut a prime specimen out of the herd.
We had had been married for about 5 years when for no good reason made some remark about redheads.
A week or two later had a drafting board set up on the dining room table & was doing some consulting work. My bride walked in with her long, dark, flowing hair dyed red & done up in an elaborate style.
Having been working in a foundry I knew exactly what to say but instead an angel pissed in my ear and I said, “Trying out for the roller derby?”.
My bride jumped up, grabbed the print shears off the table, cut off about 10” of her glorious locks & threw them on my lap. – Well. I said I liked intense women, didn’t I.
Be careful out there lads