R. Kelly is back in the news…after SIX FREAKING YEARS his trial is set to begin here in Chicago (you probably know why he is on trial, I’m not going to say the word as I don’t want my blog to be searchable under such a tag but I will say that it involves females that have not yet reached their 18th birthday, as well as going ‘number one’).
I actually met R. Kelly about five years ago at Bella Lounge which, at the time, was a new club in Chicago. He was situated in this back room that had curtains pulled away (so you could literally see him) but massive bodyguards surrounding the area to prevent people from walking up to him.
I had no interest or intention of meeting him. My friend, however, was interested and there was no way I was going to let her be alone with R. Kelly in some random VIP area. So I walk with her up to the bodyguard and after chatting him up, he agrees to let us go in the room. So we walk in and R. Kelly is sitting down on a couch with about four girls around him. He is wearing a baggy, white terrycloth jumpsuit- pants, jacket, t-shirt, and headband. AND sunglasses (totally not necessary). One thing I noticed off the bat is that when he stood to greet us, he was barely my height (I stand about 5′9).
He was polite but refused any photos because (in his own words), “I’m just too drunk, ladies.”
The whole situation was just really weird, and it gave me a feeling of wanting to wash my hands. On the creep factor scale, he probably scored a 7 out of 10.
