I have red hair, and one time I was at the grocery store-in line, and this creepy old man was in front of me, turned around and tried to touch my hair, and started talking to me about how pretty I was (sorry if that sounds arrogant -not intended to) and I could feel my paler-than-pale skin blush, and I remember looking down and quietly mumbling thanks.
All the while thinking to myself, "oh god oh god oh god PLEEEAAASSEE make this creep go away. Where's the Harry Potter wand when you need it. Why is this line moving so slow. Where'd the he.ll did all these people come from."
You name it, it was going through my head....
Looking back, I'm sure the guy meant no harm (?) but personally, he invaded my space, did the unthinkable of trying to touch my hair, and I think he had smelly breath.
having red hair, yeah, it's cool. But as the saying goes, I envy what I don't have at times, like dark, olive skin, hair that is dark and beautiful, soulful looking eyes. I think that if I had darker hair, I'd 'blend in more' with others and not stand out, if that makes sense.