Wow. In the world I grew up in, men were not that vulgar. I do recall a guy picking me up in a Lamboughini for a first date. It was a very strande date. He took me to his home for a drink.

When he dropped me off, he gave me two tickets for some world cup game. He asked me out again. I saud yes.

The second time he picked me up, hee was driving a Masserait. After I got in the car, he put his hand in my knee. I asked him to take his hand off my knee. He looked at me and saud, "In that case, there is no point. I will take you home." He turned the car around and took me home. He then asked me for his tickets back. I told him I had given them to someone rlse. Never had any interest in sport.

I can tell you many similar stories.

The men I like best are the ones who have no interest in me sexually. I am not a object that must be paid for.