My friends and I were on our way to a midnight showing of Sixteen Candles when we needed to stop for gas. My friend got out of the car and started pumping gas when a car full of thug-looking guys pulled up. One of the guys got out and yelled toward our car. I rolled down my window and asked what he wanted and he said:

“Hey girl, I was tryin’ to holla at your friend pumpin’ gas but she don’t wanna give me any attention. Girl, I just wanna talk. You don’t gotta be mean or nothin’. I ain’t gonna ask for change. I got my own money!”

I yelled back to him, “Oh, she’s got a boyfriend, sorry.” To which he replied, “Aw that’s how it is? Girl you know ain’t nothin’ final til you got that ring on your finger. You gotta play around awhile before you settle down for good. Hit me up sometime!”

My friend got back in the car and floored it before he could try and give her his number.

–submitted by Paige–

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