One quiet afternoon, a woman was home alone when she heard an unexpected knock at her front door. Curious but cautious, she opened it just a crack and found a man standing on her porch. His expression was oddly serious, his tone almost businesslike. Without even introducing himself, he asked, “Do you have a vagina?”
The woman’s eyes widened in shock. She didn’t even dignify the crude question with a response. Instead, she slammed the door in his face, her heart pounding. For the rest of the day, she couldn’t shake off the disgust she felt. Who would show up at someone’s house and ask something so inappropriate?
She brushed it off as some bizarre one-off encounter, perhaps a prank or someone mentally unstable. But the next morning, when she heard another knock at the door, her stomach dropped. Against her better judgment, she opened it again, and there stood the same man. Just as before, he asked bluntly, “Do you have a vagina?”
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