Dear Beloved Roomie:
I am very glad that you have decided that you’ve found love, albeit over the Internet. This is a very exciting time for you. But why, dear God, why must you and your boyfriend meet?
I don’t trust this guy. He’s 28 fucking years old. You’re 18. He’s driving 2 days to visit you. And all you want to do is kiss? Maybe hold each other a little bit? When you’ve done more online? You’re really sure that’s all HE wants to do?
Why didn’t this guy visit you when you were living with your parents. Yes, I know…they would never have approved of this. Has it occurred to your little, hormone-addled mind that perhaps they had reasons for this? That perhaps they realize something that you don’t. Maybe they’re paranoid, but maybe you’re naive.
I don’t want this guy in our dorm room. You’ve never met him, and I don’t care who this asshole is, I don’t trust him. If you’re stupid enough to ignore my warnings, fine, get raped, if that’s what he intends to do. But don’t drag me into it. How fucking selfish is that. Yeah, I know, he probably isn’t a rapist, but, if he is, and you invite him in here, you’re inflicting him on another person.
And, yes, I know I have an internet boyfriend who you’ve said can stay here. But I wasn’t looking for romance, unlike you. He’s not ten years older than I am. We’ve met before–we’d met before we even started “going out”–and when we did, it was under the watchful eyes of parents. if anything–and I mean anything–had looked fishy, you’d bet that the offended’s parents would have pulled their child out of there at warp speed.
You have an 18 year-old female roomate to protect you, and, even though she might be psychotic, she probably poses no physical and/or social threat to your guy.
You’ve been in college for all of one week now. Your parents have let you loose. Their fucking mistake.