Enter, stage left, my little sister, Michelle.
This is her first year away for college. She attends a pretty large university here in California. Admittedly, it has not been the easiest first year for her as a college freshman. First, two weeks into the first semester, her high-school and long-term (several years) boyfriend broke up with her. I, of course, being the smart guy I am, called it in advance:
You probably will not marry your current boyfriend.
He’s a cool guy. Mom, Dad and I all like him. But he’s a total sissy, sis. No offense. More than likely, you will drift apart from him during your freshmen year. It’s okay, and natural for that to happen. 99% of the long distance freshmen relationships did not work out in my dorm hall. I only know of one that did, and they’ve now been together almost 7 years. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be, but more than likely, it will not be meant to be. Now, assuming you guys break up….
Then, during her second semester, our beloved childhood dog passed away. It hasn’t been an easy start to the college experience for her. But, don’t think this post is a pity-party for Michelle. Because quite frankly, she’s a fucking idiot.
You’re damn right she’s going to read this. No one, not even my little sister, is spared of my brutal writing.
You see, Michelle has two roommates whom all cram and live together full time in a tiny little 12×10 room. About a month ago, those three and two other girls had planned to live together in a 5 bedroom apartment starting next school year. However, that all blew up. Now Michelle and one of her roommates (let’s call her “Legs” because she’s tall as hell) are living together, along with two guys. I think it’s a terrible idea, but that’s a whole ‘nother discussion I’m not going to dive into. Now, these two boys they’re living with:
One is a faggot, the other is a White Knight. Let’s call White Knight…Larry. Yes, Larry will do.
White Knight – (1) a man who “comes to the rescue” of a woman, or of women, reflexively, emotionally-driven, without thought or even looking at the situation; (2) a man in authority who enables Team Womyn in his legislative actions, judgments, or rulings, reflexively, emotionally-driven, without thought or even looking at what’s right.
I hate dropping too much Manospherian/PUA lingo, but it’s appropriately necessary for the story I’m about to tell.
Larry the White Knight has been the one who has been the shoulder to cry on for my sister throughout her ordeals over these past few months. Walking with her late at nights, letting her vent, comforting her. You know, everything you do if you don’t want to get your dick wet. Which I’m fine with, because I’m not big on the idea of my little sister getting dicked down.
However, now these two are now LIVING TOGETHER next year, and they have now, perhaps inevitably, developed feelings for each other. Note that I did say feelings for each other, which is admittedly quite shocking. Little sis has typically gone for the “nicer” boys, if you can call them that.
You now what I call those guys, including Larry? Fucking cowards. I was them long ago. I’d sit and wait patiently for my chance to woo a girl. I would be the emotional tampon, letting them dump all of their problems, whether it be money, boys, or depression, on me. Hoping that deep down, they’d someday see what a great guy I was, and then proceed to let me put my dick inside of them.
In reality, it’s because Larry was not man enough at the start of the year to make his feelings known and make a move. Now, they’re both in a shitty situation, in which they both want to explore what is there for their relationship, but obviously can’t due to the fact that they’ll be living together next year, with two other people, none the less. At 19 years old, I sure as hell wasn’t ready to live with someone I was dating (I did it at 20, terrible idea).
Yet, somehow these two teens who are living away from home for the first time are supposed to just snap a lid shut on their feelings and handle them like adults. They’ve been kissing and hanging out all the time. I see no circumstance in which this ends good.
Michelle, kiddo, I love you. I really do. You are mature, elegant, and have a good heart and head on your shoulders. As much as you like to think that you can handle this, as much as you say he’s not a rebound, and as much as you say you’ll have the willpower to put your foot down, it’s going to be hard. It is impossible to be objective about your own situation, so stop trying. You are a girl; girls will rationalize everything and anything in order to make it happen.
You’ll go on and on with the wheels spinning in your head until you talk yourself into how it makes sense to sleep with him. Don’t do it. You deserve better than a guy who plays your hardships like a fiddle, as a way to manipulate himself into something more in your life.
As a final note, Michelle has mentioned my blog and my womanizing skills to Larry. He thinks it’s awesome, he wants to meet me and learn from me. We need no further proof that he’s the perfect example of a White Knight. He’s a sneaky guy who waited until the princess was in distress to make his move.