Mind you, this is in a small neighborhood where everyone knew everyone.

I was in about eighth/ninth grade when this happened. I had this bus driver in his (mid-40s, married, six kids) who was pretty nice, right? Well, he used to try and go out of his way to talk to me whenever I rode his bus, even though I wouldn't really get into the conversation. I didn't usually talk to him often because I sat at the back of the bus, but since my sister and I were usually the last kids off the bus, we'd move up to the front a few minutes beforehand (so he had his chance to talk to me then). He always used to compliment me on my naturally curly hair. No biggie because I used to get that all the time from old ladies.

So I was at a small-town festival called the "Hog Rodeo," and I was sitting at a picnic table across from one of my friends. We're talking merrily as I was happily eating my french fries, and in the middle of a story I was telling her, I notice my friend had a look like she'd just shit her pants. As I was about to ask her what's wrong, I all of a sudden felt someone running their fingers through my hair. I slowly looked up and see that it's my *bus driver* with his hand still in my hair, smiling fondly down at me. He was like, "Such pretty hair ..." and just walked away, still smiling.

I looked back to my friend, who said, "That was really weird. ..."

I could do nothing but blurt out, "You're telling me!"
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Bus driver starts conversation with me, I flirt with him, he gives me compliment, I ask my
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Mind you, this is in a small neighborhood where everyone knew everyone.

I was in about eighth/ninth grade when this happened. I had this bus driver in his (mid-40s, married, six kids) who was pretty nice, right? Well, he used to try and go out of his way to talk to me whenever I rode his bus, even though I wouldn't really get into the conversation. I didn't usually talk to him often because I sat at the back of the bus, but since my sister and I were usually the last kids off the bus, we'd move up to the front a few minutes beforehand (so he had his chance to talk to me then). He always used to compliment me on my naturally curly hair. No biggie because I used to get that all the time from old ladies.

So I was at a small-town festival called the "Hog Rodeo," and I was sitting at a picnic table across from one of my friends. We're talking merrily as I was happily eating my french fries, and in the middle of a story I was telling her, I notice my friend had a look like she'd just shit her pants. As I was about to ask her what's wrong, I all of a sudden felt someone running their fingers through my hair. I slowly looked up and see that it's my *bus driver* with his hand still in my hair, smiling fondly down at me. He was like, "Such pretty hair ..." and just walked away, still smiling.

I looked back to my friend, who said, "That was really weird. ..."

I could do nothing but blurt out, "You're telling me!"
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My bus driver gave me a hairbrush and encouraged me to grow my hair out.
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