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I met a handsome man in a business setting. Our eyes met and we instantly smiled at each other. The attraction was immediate. We began chatting and I used all the body language I could to show I was interested, and he did the same.
We began talking about drinks that were being served and one of the drinks had a name that had the word "red" in it. He ordered that drink and then said to me, "Because I love redheads." I'm blonde...
I instantly reverted back to my ice queen self and excused myself from the conversation. He was obviously not prepared for that and tried to hang around me the rest of the event to get our flirty banter back. Nah.
He had all the green lights in the world but still had to get a tiny neg in to let me know that I wasn't his ideal in his misogynistic categorization of women. They just can't help themselves.
Here's how I used to handle this sh*t, I had dark hair, so every single guy I dated would tell me how much he preferred blondes, so I would simply smile and agree and tell him how much I preferred blond men myself. The men I was dating all had dark hair. Took the wind right out of their sails. 😏
Then after hearing this line for years I decided to go blonde. And guess what happened? Every single man I dated wanted to open up the evening by trying me how much he preferred brunettes.
Whatever it is you are, tall, short, blonde, brunette, college degree, no college degree, they will tell you the opposite would be better.