I just learned the new slang term “white knight”. We used similar terms in the 1970’s, like “teacher’s pet”, “tattletale”, or “square”. Let me share a travel story to show how you can use white knights to get girls.
For background, my father was a white professional diplomat, and my mother was from Henan, China. I attended residential school at a monastery there before my parents married and moved to the U.S. Otherwise, I grew up pretty normally in the U.S., and got an overseas career in military/scientific aviation. This let me retire early with a pension in my thirties after only twenty years of service.
I had very few material possessions after moving back stateside. So, I bought a boat to live, travel, and cruise the Intracoastal Waterway. I saved rent by visiting my mother in Miami during the winter, spent summers on the boat, and got hotel rooms on weekends. Conveniently, the boat was a catamaran, offering more deck space and shallower draft than a comparable monohull yacht. This let me dock alongside waterfront bars and then pull girls back to party on the boat. My aviation training provided the navigation and mechanico background to keep it running. It was a great lifestyle to swim 20K meters in the morning, tan during the day, and smash at night.
My favorite nightclub hub had a great MiXX of local customers, with loads of fly Latinas. This was fine, because I often get mistaken for Hispanic (Asian mother and white father). Locals dressed sloppy, so it was easy to generally manifest style by suiting up custom like GQ, with a pocket square and zippo lighter. The only problem with the nightclub scene was drunk tourists who got into fights, which I diplomatically avoided. One night, a little, dark, Central American guy was aggressively approaching a group of blonde Canadian tourists, and antagonizing other men. Instead of taking sides, I dared him to fight the men. To my surprise, he accepted, and faced off against 30 white knights outside. Surprisingly, this little dark guy had traditional Kung Fu training. I could tell, because of my childhood in the Shaolin monastery in Henan. Despite getting two black eyes, the little dark guy won the fight. So, I shouted “Go home!” to the men outside, and invited the girls inside back to the safety of my boat.
The Canadian girls were from a Winnipeg bachelorette party, and the whole group of 15 crowded aboard. I passed out tequila shots and promptly motored back to my hotel. I had originally met just a few of the girls. But their drunk friends got jealous and started brazenly flirting. One grabbed my captain’s hat, and another grabbed my crotch. So, I docked and invited them up to my hotel room. On arrival, the girls turned me into a fellatio buffet, and one tried to mount me. When I stopped her, she asked if I needed a condom. I exclaimed “No, you need to leave right now so I can write this up for an internet forum!”
In case you would like to emulate my lifestyle, here are pictures from my youth, my current athletic physique on my luxury catamaran, the Canadian blonde in my captain’s hat, and young girl pussy on my yacht.
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For background, my father was a white professional diplomat, and my mother was from Henan, China. I attended residential school at a monastery there before my parents married and moved to the U.S. Otherwise, I grew up pretty normally in the U.S., and got an overseas career in military/scientific aviation. This let me retire early with a pension in my thirties after only twenty years of service.
I had very few material possessions after moving back stateside. So, I bought a boat to live, travel, and cruise the Intracoastal Waterway. I saved rent by visiting my mother in Miami during the winter, spent summers on the boat, and got hotel rooms on weekends. Conveniently, the boat was a catamaran, offering more deck space and shallower draft than a comparable monohull yacht. This let me dock alongside waterfront bars and then pull girls back to party on the boat. My aviation training provided the navigation and mechanico background to keep it running. It was a great lifestyle to swim 20K meters in the morning, tan during the day, and smash at night.
My favorite nightclub hub had a great MiXX of local customers, with loads of fly Latinas. This was fine, because I often get mistaken for Hispanic (Asian mother and white father). Locals dressed sloppy, so it was easy to generally manifest style by suiting up custom like GQ, with a pocket square and zippo lighter. The only problem with the nightclub scene was drunk tourists who got into fights, which I diplomatically avoided. One night, a little, dark, Central American guy was aggressively approaching a group of blonde Canadian tourists, and antagonizing other men. Instead of taking sides, I dared him to fight the men. To my surprise, he accepted, and faced off against 30 white knights outside. Surprisingly, this little dark guy had traditional Kung Fu training. I could tell, because of my childhood in the Shaolin monastery in Henan. Despite getting two black eyes, the little dark guy won the fight. So, I shouted “Go home!” to the men outside, and invited the girls inside back to the safety of my boat.
The Canadian girls were from a Winnipeg bachelorette party, and the whole group of 15 crowded aboard. I passed out tequila shots and promptly motored back to my hotel. I had originally met just a few of the girls. But their drunk friends got jealous and started brazenly flirting. One grabbed my captain’s hat, and another grabbed my crotch. So, I docked and invited them up to my hotel room. On arrival, the girls turned me into a fellatio buffet, and one tried to mount me. When I stopped her, she asked if I needed a condom. I exclaimed “No, you need to leave right now so I can write this up for an internet forum!”
In case you would like to emulate my lifestyle, here are pictures from my youth, my current athletic physique on my luxury catamaran, the Canadian blonde in my captain’s hat, and young girl pussy on my yacht.
