The last time I turned down sex, when it was suggested in an obvious way, was after the guy I was dated at the time farted a juice squeeze while we were making out. Hello mood killer. Then he yelled at me for not putting out.

While I was in Costa Rica I was subtly propositioned a number of times "come back to my apartment and I'll be your latin boyfriend," and "run away with me for the weekend," but never by anyone I was 1) attracted to, and b) not scared of.