I recall another time riding the bus when I was a senior in high school (back around '02/'03). On my way to school, in the back it's me, this old head and these 2 freshman chicks. At one point, this dude I recognize gets on the bus and comes to the back. I didn't know him personally but remember seeing him at my aunt's wedding like a month before. I'm thinking dude's all religious and shyt.
Suddenly, dude interrupts the one chick.
Dude: Forget about all that. What's your bra size?
Ol' girl:
Her friend:
Me and old head:
Dude was straight trying to get his R. Kelly on but the chick would politely shut him down. He ends up getting off the bus with no luck.
I remember her friend being mad dude ain't holla at her.
I guess some girls want to be molested or at best pissed on.
Thinking back, it's kinda sad that a part of me was mad at dude since the girls he talked to weren't even cute. Titties weren't even big enough to be asking about a bra size. lol shyt, if you're gonna get your R. Kelly on at least go for the girls that developed early, got a phat ass or at least look good. It reeked of desperation.