The sex was pretty good and it seemed like he enjoyed it as much as I did, which is always a good sign. Then he handed me a $20 bill and ruined the whole thing. What the hell?
- He said it was to cover my Uber. As if I’m not able to afford a $5 ride home…? What he gave me was WAY too much money to cover just one measly ride down the street. He should have definitely just called the Uber himself instead of literally handing me cash if my personal safety was his concern. It was almost like a cop-out, like he was covering his bases so I didn’t resent him for leaving me at the curb. It was just the most awkward thing ever.
- He refused to take no for an answer, which was even worse. I tried to explain to him that it was cool and that I’m good to pay for my own ride home but he didn’t trust that I could handle it myself. He insisted and wouldn’t let me refuse. WTF? This just made me think of all the men out there who think they know what’s better for women than we know ourselves. All of those thoughts and feelings came rushing to the surface when he handed me that $20 bill.
- It made me feel cheap. I mean, being handed cash after sex would make any girl feel cheap, right? Not only did it make me feel like less of a human being, it also cheapened the experience as a whole, as if sex with me is something to be bought. It’s like he saw what we shared together as a transaction rather than a beautiful experience.
- It was a rude thing to do. He should have known that what he did weird and inappropriate and frankly, I’m surprised he didn’t feel more awkward about it. He just tossed me the bill like it was something he did every day. I was actually deeply offended by it and I can’t imagine anyone in my shoes feeling differently.
- He claimed it was the “gentlemanly” thing to do. I don’t think gentlemen make women feel like sex objects. There are other ways to ensure that the girl you just slept with is able to get home without making her feel like trash. He could’ve walked me outside, called the Uber, and kissed me goodbye or something as I got in the car. He could’ve texted me after to make sure I got home safe. It’s like he was too lazy to do anything so he just took the easy way out and threw me some money.
- He was trying to impress me but it didn’t work. I bet he thought I’d be thankful to him and would immediately text my BFFs to gush about what a great guy he was for giving me money after I slept with him. Well, it definitely backfired because all I could see was a manipulative douchebag and I totally blocked his number when I got home.
- He didn’t care how he made me feel. In that moment, I felt more like a thing than a person, especially since we just had sex and were vulnerable with each other… or so I thought. He just forced this money on me as if I should be grateful that he was even offering it and completely ignored the possibility that he might be hurting my feelings. It was so insensitive of him and I bet he had no idea how upset he made me (and he didn’t care either).
- I kinda freaked out on him about it later. In the car on the way home, I sent him a ranty text about how insensitive it was of him to give a woman money after sex, even if it was just to make sure I could afford a cab or whatever (c’mon, it so wasn’t). It felt like power move and it just made me so mad.
- It kinda proved that he didn’t want to see me again. Since he gave me money, I kinda figured that was his way of saying, “OK, we’re done here. You gave me sex and now I’m giving you money so we’re all squared up.” It was a bit of a letdown knowing that’s how he saw me, to be honest.
- Gifts are fine but money is weird. Gifts or gestures are attached to a caring thought or feeling of love usually but money means nothing. Money is what you give to someone as an afterthought. It’s not how you show someone you care. Money isn’t a gift, it’s more like a statement or a manipulative tactic, especially when it’s given to you after sex!
