No Means No

Back in college, when I started dating again after a very, very long time, I went out with this guy who offered to buy me a beer. I had terrible gastritis back then, so I told him no, I wasn't drinking anything. He came back with two beers and just before we left when the second beer was already warm and watery, I asked him why did he buy it. He told me that it was because when women say no, they are actually trying to be polite. You know? Playing hard to get or some girl-like bullshit.

I felt like I was playing a role in some disgusting low-budget adaptation of Pride and Prejudice, and didn't let him drive me home because following his brilliant reasoning on human behavior he would've probably raped me in front of my apartment.