I have always had an interest in red heads. I think it's the fire and spirit they represent, the freckles, the beauty that sometimes exceeds so many other women...my father and grand father had a thing for them as well, so I'm told, but I've never dated one. They represent to me the young foal, or the wild mustang...not in the sense that I feel the need to tame them, but the reason we all love them is because of the indomitable spirit that seems to lie just beneath the surface of the eye...if they were to ever be tamed in any way, I would lose the interest. They are the proverbial carrot dangling in front of the mule... Thomas