No is one of those words that everybody dreads hearing. It’s the single most depressing syllable in the English language. Parents dread when you first utter it, and it only gets worse. You can ask a girl out, and then comes the “No”… but then again there is a type of no that is more mischievous and disheartening than most.

We have been taught and re-taught so many times that “No means no”. I’ve heard it so much through freshman anti-rape seminars, and after school specials. We are programmed to always take No at face value. But it gets a little confusing. I know, I know the cry of the rapist, at least as the media portrays him, is that she said no,but really meant yes.  I’m not saying it’s always the case, but there is a few times where it really, really is true.  There are some certain girls out there who really have a bitch of a time figuring out what they want. They climb on top of you, and start passionately  working you both up, then roll off and say you should cool down. Thirty seconds go by and the situation repeats itself. But you stop, or at least I do, because I’m not a rapist.

Then the next day happens and she wonders why you stopped. And of course you explained that you stopped because she said either stop or no. It’s tricky business, when girls aren’t clear like that. Maybe some of them don’t know what they want at the time, maybe they keep changing your minds, but I (and many others) have been trained to take No as No. Stop as Stop. We aren’t mind readers ladies.