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Reading has an amazing, transforming effect on public transit. I’m sitting on the street car engrossed in my second reading of Eat, Pray, Love and the once mildly full car has turned into an overflowing village of travelers.
The first thing I see when I glance up in surprise at the increase in bodies is a cute butt. I’m not normally a butt person but when a man has a nice butt a man has a nice butt and it would be rude not to notice. The second thing I notice is that this man has perfect, short, curly, ginger hair. Locks of healthy red hair band together to make perfect little Half rings. Beautiful.
I look down and when I glance back up the village has emptied somewhat and the curly haired man with a nice butt is standing directly In front of my chair.
He is more striking than I would have imagined. He has a short, ginger beard stretching across his jaw line and I want to reach out and touch it. The magic of the red heads wont let me look away and I glance up, like a child looking at a bowl of candy, eagerly and wide eyed. His eyes are crinkled in a smile that tells me he is texting someone he loves.  My heart warns at the laugh lines etched into the corner of his eyes and I pretend I can hear his melodious, rich laugh, because what else could it be but full of joy and depth?
He shifts and I see strong muscles in his back and again, come face to face with that derrière which now doesn’t seem to do his face justice. I watch him pick up his bag, noticing the logo on his khakis, and walk off the streetcar. In my minds eye I imagine he’s going to see his Bonny lass, the girl in charge of that smile and those laugh lines. I imagine they’ll lay together in bed tonight and she’ll entwine those lovely curls in her fingers, loving every strand. I imagine they’ll laugh and kiss and have a love that the rest of the world wishes they could taste, just once.
Good bye my lovely ginger, son of David, warrior and lover.

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