When you look at a redhead you tend not to think "man I bet he would look great at the beach". An instant visual of pasty pink flesh cooking in the California sun has the ability to make even the most strong of stomached people want to throw up in their mouth.
On that note I decided to go with the shot of my wife's sweet body glistening in the Malibu sun rather than my freckled hide. You can thank me later.
