red spells trouble

So I have a thing for red-heads. Fine. But can it be this flagrant?

I caught myself flirting (although I couldn't be sure, as it's been a while vis-a-vis members of this team) with a ginger-bearded, softly-spoken percussionist whose day job in uni admin is funding his dream of becoming a music producer. Would've organised coffee if he wasn't the one signing my pay forms.

To think, had I stayed in that apically monochromatic land, this affliction of mine might never have come to light! Life is grand.