She wants his opinion on a guy she's dating

“Well, I…” She started, trailing away. “It’s just… Um…” Amy avoided his glance, suddenly very interested with the wall and blushing in embarrassment. She paused before replying, her voice a low mumble. “I… I have another date…”

As her voice trailed off, he sat back, a look of realisation on his face. “Oh.” And he too paused, trying to lock eyes with Amy as he processed what she had said. “Oh…”

“Look,” she started, quickly realizing she was losing the conversation, “I just want your opinion on the guy I’m going out with. He’s-“

“He’s probably just like all the others Amy” he forcefully interrupted her, his words filled with concern. With how close the siblings had gotten over the years, John was very protective of his sister. In her brief short dating history, neither he nor her friends had approved of the guys she’s dated. Not surprising, considering her age, but he and Amy had spent countless hours discussing her dating life and, needless to say, she had a bad habit of dating the wrong guys. He grabbed her shoulder in an attempt to get her to look at him. “All the guys you date have only been interested in getting in your pants. They don’t care about you, they just want sex.”

“They’re college freshmen John” she countered, getting defensive. This was a familiar argument for the siblings. “Young men experiencing newly found freedom. They’re bound to be horny!”

“Not all of them have been freshmen!” he replied, thinking back to one of the guys his sister had dated. He hadn’t been that much older, roughly twenty-two or twenty-three from what he remembered. Never the less, given that she was eighteen at the time and that he had only been interested in sex… “You’ve dated older men as well!”

His mistake was using the term “men”.

“I didn’t know that James was thirty-three!” Clearly she was thinking of the same incident he was. “He just looked so young, even you didn’t believe it! You can’t blame me for that.”

“No, but it doesn’t make it right either. Do you think he would have eventually told you his age?” Her hesitation was enough of an answer. “Honestly, it’s a good thing you insist on bringing your dates home after the first date, or else we would have never known how old he was.”

Due to Amy’s bad judgement in character, both John and their parents had started insisting to meet the men she dates very early on in order to prevent such incidents. Still trying to make a point, he continued, “It is a bit concerning that you seem to have a new guy every week, but still.” He was exaggerating only slightly, but truthfully it had become a more common occurrence.

“So what? I’m a popular, attractive girl and guys want to go out with me.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. This conversation had not gone like she had planned. “Look, last week’s guy was a total dick-“

“Like the other ones.” He chimed it.

She sighed. “John, I don’t know why guys only want to fuck me. Mom thinks it’s because I don’t wear panties and so they think I’m a slut because of it. Me? I have no idea. But, just because I’ve had bad luck when it comes to dating, doesn’t mean I won’t find someone amazing. That’s why I ask you, mom, and dad to screen them beforehand.”

John tried his best to calm down. He moved his hands from her face so that they rested on the back of her thighs. Out of all the emotions coursing through him, none of them mattered more than the concern he felt for his sister.

“But still Amy, a new guy every week? Only sluts have that kind of track record.”