like imagine if she was very cute or hot, and her exterior didn’t indicate any of the abnormalities of a weirdo, and just out of the blue, popped in some of that head-bobbing indian music? i’d probably start bobbing my head.
frankly, I don’t care what type of music chicks listen to. it’s just as long as I didn’t catch them doing weird sh*t when they thought they were alone. like sniff my boxers.