Im a ginger and out of high school i decided to date a ginger, i knew it was a bad idea as we gingers can be a bit krazy since we have no souls unless we consume them from others, our freckles. The sex was great but we were otherwise incompatible. After i told her to fuck off i woke up one night feeling something rubbing my leg. There she was, in the dark at the end of my bed, crying. She broke in through a window so not only were there krazy tears there was blood too. I jumped up, kicked her off my bed and called the police. Id like to say that was the end of it but it wasnt. She stalked me for a few months until some poor sap decided to dip his wick. I was glad she was gone but felt bad for the fella. Your poor buddy. I look back and thank my younger self for learning as quickly as i did.