Depends, are both parties drunk? Who is the responsible one?
Jesus H. Christ, your question gave rise to icy fingers around my heart.
Subsequent to my divorce in my early thirties, I was fooling around like a man possessed.
I would go into bars, pubs, clubs in London, usually with one or more friends and gently, with the accent on gently, hit on any woman who attracted me.
I was never, ever, pushy, if a woman showed that she had zero interest in me, I’d apologise for taking up her time and walk away.
Naturally, every once in a while, I’d meet a kindred spirit, a woman who was happy that someone had shown interest in her, and if I was really lucky, was mildly attracted to me.
The laughing water would flow, and eventually we’d end up at her place or mine.
A few more drinks, maybe coffee, and things would progress, I’d maybe gently kiss her, she’d reciprocate, and the dance would begin, neither of us, certainly not me, would say, “Shall we? or should we?, or even “can we?”
It would just parlay from tongues down throats into urgently clutching at each other, easing clothes off, until we were doing the horizontal mambo.
In the cold light of dawn, one of us might call a cab and go home, but if the woman suddenly regretted it, what chance would I have had if she said, “I didn’t SAY yes, he just took it for granted?”
