When I was 18 years old and in infantry school at Camp Pendleton I met a homie who was from Los Angeles. He took me there to meet his people. The first time I was in Los Angeles I was shocked at how many beautiful woman were there, just walking up and down the street. Anyway, he took me to some girl's house he had been trying to fuck since he was in High School. He told me she had a sister that was fine too, and I should try to get with her. I was like whatever.
So we get there and the girl he was trying to hook up with was absolutely gorgeous. I was tripping. But then her younger sister--the girl I was supposed to hollar at came out. When I saw her I remember thinking she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in real life. She was so fine I could barely look her in the face, and I still don't know why. I asked her what she did and she said she was a model. I asked her if she dates much and she said something like drug dealers were the only type of people who asked her out. About 3-4 minutes into the conversation I got tired of feeling in awe of her, and of being uncomfortable because I couldn't hide how fine I thought she was, so I froze and quit talking to her. To this day, I still have never seen a woman that fine in real life.