This is a spinoff from CherryBlossoms's Thread.
I will start first, I remember being clowned out for being flat as a board in middle school. So when I got my hair braided I was feeling extra pretty. So I stuffed my bra with toilet tissue. They were both pointing in opposite directions like they were cross-eyed boobs. Anyway when school let out I was walking home. This caramel colored low-rider type car was driving passed me. This older man in his mid 30's, caramel complexioned with a bald head, kept looking at me. He started to slow his car down to the pace of my footsteps. He asked me, " Do you have a friend?"
Me: (with my head held down like I was in trouble) No, I don't need any friends.
Him: Okay, then drove off.
I started to notice the same car driving beside me again.
Him: I want to be your friend, come on let me be your friend, Brown sugar.
Me: No that's okay.
Him: Well I can do this to you. ( He placed his index finger and middle finger on his mouth and formed the shape of a "V" with his hands.
Even though I never seen anyone do that before, I knew exactly what he meant, "I thought to myself if I don't run this man will hop out the car and take me."
He kept looking around back and forth, side to side like he was watching out for someone.
While he was doing that, I bolted like Usain and ran to my house since it was just up the block. His car screeched as he made a fast right.
My male neighbor came out of his house and asked me, " Hey are you okay?".
Me: with a fake smile yeah thanks.
I went into my home and started to cry, and took one of the tissues from my bra to wipe my tears. My sister was there and I told her what happened. She said, " What did he say? Did he really call you Brown Sugar? " She, then started to burst out in laughter. I didn't take too much offense to her since we were both kids but that ish freaked me out.
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