Here's a related story, though not as cool as yours. It explores the mind of the American male.
So when I was just a youth, I was a Maryann guy. She was girl next door cute, cheerful, and built, or so I thought at the time. Those pigtails got me, and the legs were to die for. I didn't care about or understand Ginger.
But when I was grown to be a man, I understood. I became a Ginger man, and put away my childish yearnings for the Maryannn.
Any thoughts?
Not unique ones.
My thinking is exactly like yours.
You have to grow into being a Ginger man. She is tres sophisticated.
My childish yearning for Mary Ann never went away.
She was (and still is!) quite yummy in my book.