Whether we like it or not
Why women don't want your protection
On a university night out, many years ago, I ended up snogging a handsome student in the year above. Tall, dark, broad; someone who sent a bit of a ripple through campus whenever he was around. Obviously, I was chuffed.
He was known for being a smoothie. So when he offered to see me safely back to the door of my accommodation - to ‘protect’ me from any potential dangers lurking after dark - I naturally accepted. Who knows, I thought, maybe we’ll arrange to have a drink or meet at another club night this week.
Except that when we got back to my student halls, he didn’t want to kiss me goodnight and ask me out. Not in the slightest.