A few months ago, a kid I went to my high school with, who I’ve maybe exchanged one word with, poked me on Facebook. First of all, what? Please do less, it’s 2016. I think I poked my 8th-grade boyfriend because it was innocently (but weirdly) sexual... and anything that happened in 8th grade needs to stay in 2007.

When I didn’t answer his poke, he messaged me saying, “hi." Since I try not to be antisocial all the time, I engaged in some casual small talk for, quite literally, five minutes. After just 300 seconds of chatting, he began hitting on me. I kindly rejected his advances and began to ignore his messages. Guess he wasn’t genuinely interested if I had ever tried making that "Tasty" video I had just shared. Ugh.

That is when he said, “Smh, could have gotten the dick, shame.”

HA EXCUSE ME? 300 SECONDS.

Is your dick the almighty golden rod that would turn all my graduate school applications into acceptances once you penetrated me? Could it grant me three wishes? Do you piss diamonds? Do you magically turn into Zac Efron if I consent to this? Is this a weird way of insulting me saying that you wanted me but I didn’t want you and now I don’t get the reward of what probably would be mediocre sex? SO MANY QUESTIONS. Please let me know what is so great about the dick I’d be getting that it’s such a shame I am missing out on it.

So I answered, might have threatened to call his mom, might have made him cry. Asked him if he genuinely thought I would “want the dick” more after him saying I could have gotten it.

As I continue to think back on this moment, I get more and more concerned. Am I the type of girl that looks like I’d respond well to that sort of comment? I looked through my Facebook pictures and deleted any photos that could be considered overly sexual. I didn’t want to be the type of girl guys thought it was okay to say those things to. I wanted to be strong, maybe even slightly feared because boss bitches are badass and no one messes with them. I wanted men to respect me too much to hurt me. Strong women attract strong men and other strong women, so why was this scum of the Earth suddenly in my life? Soon enough, my sense of worth and identity began to be put into question because one disgusting remark a pathetic and horny boy made.

Then I corrected myself; NO type of girl is the type of girl that makes it acceptable to say vulgar comments at. Suddenly it hit me, I realized all of this is a microcosm for the ideology that women are partly to blame for their rape depending on the clothing they’re wearing. So off to the Internet I searched.

According to debate.org, 18 percent of participants think that a woman is partly to blame and 82 percent say no. Here’s a quote from the yes side, “If a woman were intentionally walking around or jogging in just leggings and a bra, it is just going to be a matter of time before she gets raped by a rapist or killed by a serial killer as she should be dressed more appropriately. Even if she believes she should be able to wear whatever she wants out in public. There is such a thing as indecency and it's not just about individual rights, but also the respect for others around you.”

Oh? Oh. OK. Does the exposure of my belly button really bother you that much we’re playing the “respect for others around you” card?

Guys run shirtless all the time and I am the first one to nearly cause an accident to check out the view longer but does that mean sooner or later I am going to rape or kill him? I’d honestly hope I have the sanity to not but after reading comments like that I simply do not know which way is up. If we continue blaming the victim, it’s like saying the robber wouldn't be guilty of stealing, the victim would be guilty of having "too much" or the murderer wouldn't be guilty of taking a life, the victim would be guilty of "living".

That seems messed up, dont'cha think? But to that 20-year-old boy who doesn’t respect when a girl is saying no and gets offended by rejection -- I don’t want your dick, I get plenty on my own. Thanks though!