I'm a sucker for redheads.
This is a known fact, and one that is easily measured. You could have me sit in a room, drinking a can of diet coke and watching the hockey game. A smoking hot blonde/brunette/whatever could walk in, and while I would do a sly "check out", I'd be more or less the same person.
Now let's say a cute redhead walks in. Within about three seconds, I will be putty in this girl's hands. Before I know it, I'll be doing her laundry while puffing out my chest and stuttering worse than a CD player in a washing machine.
And then there was... yesterday.
Cute red-headed girl, about 5'4", slim build, glasses with nerdy threadless t-shirt (bonus!). Wanted to buy an ipod.
Yours truly was the salesman. What did he do?
Did he make a move? Did he get her number? Did he make pleasant conversation? Hell, did he even try to make a sale?
Nope. He spoke about the weather for approximately five minutes, nearly broke his hand on the ipod display due to his rapid gesturing, and then said something along the lines of "it'sokayI'mthefirstaiderhereandI'malsotryingtogetintonursingbecauseIlovehelpingpeopleplusIthinkanimalsespeciallypuppiesareamazing."
Then he winced, blushed a deep red, and retreated to the staff room to hide until she left.
Don Juan, I ain't.