Yesterday I attended a going away party for a friend, and as advertised, there was abundant cake and ice cream. There were well meaning women who cut the cake, put it on plates, and carried the pieces around to the attendees. Kudos to them. They were so kind.
However, I'm avoiding sweets and didn't intend to eat any of it in spite of the numerous, kind, offers. Too bad a simple "No thank you" was not a satisfactory answer. Over and over again I had to explain that I didn't want any and face down the look of someone who thinks I'm crazy. It grew tiresome.
No means no. What is it about the word "no" that women don't understand?
Post script. I remembered a former alcoholic friend who quit going to his favorite restaurant. The reason, he explained, was that they practically forced him to drink. I scoffed at that at the time. But now it makes perfect sense.