From Hello Beautiful
I can’t really give you a solid explanation because the reasons are many and range from everything to the way way they talk to their unintentional captivating presence when they hit the room, but I love hood boys.
As a teen from a conservative, suburban part of town, a hood boy is an automatic deal-breaker. I refused to date boys from my high school or any of the others in the county, denying them anything remotely more than a platonic friendship. We had a few cuties who I knew would probably graduate and become something grand, but the fact that they drove Honda Accords and not Box Chevys was a major turnoff to me.
Every weekend, my BFF and I would make our way about 30 minutes to the more colorful side of town where there was a surplus of “urban” guys. Instead of cheering on our home team of mostly squares, we found ourselves in the bleachers of Laney or Josey High, eyeballing boys with pants that were too big and chains that hung low. We were both amazed and envious that their concession stands had Roger Wood sausage dogs and that their dance team performed routines to the Ying Yang Twins’ latest single.
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