Stage 1 scarlet fever

I will cop to having a mild case of the above mentioned "disease". It's not the chronic variety, a buddy of mine has stage 4 yellow fever (I'm making these stages up, please don't ask me to quantify them), if she has an epicanthic fold he wants it. For me redheads get extra credit, which is handy for them because a sad proportion of strawberry pie is crust. Fortunately this is not the case with my girlfriend, she's quite pretty, all apple cheeked and green eyed. And STACKED, but I digress.

There's a redhead I used to know (not in the Biblical sense, alas) on my bus right now. She used to tend bar where I was a regular and she apart from her quarter-bouncing tight ass her primary charm was her main sequence ginger status. Rashly curly hair, freckles in abundance, maybe not so much the temper but by several accounts (including her own, and some hints from her husband) the lustiness.

But y'know, she really wasn't that pretty. I worked with a similarly featured brunette who was as plain as the say is long. I should have steered her toward some dye.

If I was single I may have chatted her up, we got along fine but we didn't have a lot in common. She's a doctrinaire liberal progressive and I'm more scattershot and realpolitik in my outlook. I was also a grade A loser back then, but it would be a challenge that could pay off big. She's wearing boots (that's another post entirely) and a kinda ruffly short skirt.

Instead I'm gonna pick up some groceries and go home, where my girl will be happy to see me.

Relationship. Yay.