Do I what?

Some time ago I had met this young man that seemed just too good to be true.  He was everything that I thought I wanted and that I was sure my parents would love.  He was handsome, well-mannered, educated (he had two master degrees), independent, he said that he was a Christian (which is still up for debate), he had his own car and his own place.  Well we had gone out few times and I just absolutely enjoyed his company and the attention he gave me.  He would engage me in conversation and encourage me to speak.  I found that I could talk to him about anything and he would just sit there attentively, occasionally interjecting and sharing himself.  Well there we were sitting across from one another in a restaurant, I had been speaking about a book that I read and a theory I had about life and faith.  He sat there with a smile on his face and everything about his posture suggested that he was interested in what I had to say.  He was leaning in towards me and had placed one of his hands over mine as it rested on the table.  By this time I had grown comfortable enough to share my absolute thoughts with him without fear of him being intimidated or annoyed by my level of intelligence and love of knowledge.  Well as I continued he interrupted me.

"Excuse me, sweetie," he said, gripping my hand in his.  I stopped speaking and gave him my undivided attention, so sure that he had something witty and kind to say that put me even more at ease.  So as I leaned in to hear what he had to say, hoping that my body language would let him know that he had my attention he smiled wider and continued.  "May I ask you a question?"

"Sure" I said, confident that his question would only evoke more intelligent conversation and stronger emotions I nodded.

"Do you suck the cock?" he asked smiling from ear to ear.  

"Excuse me" I said, "Do I what?" so sure that I had misheard him.

"Do you suck the cock?" he asked again still smiling from ear to ear.  I heard him more clearly and suddenly everything in me faded as I pulled my hand away from his.  I felt my body tense up as my posture became more defensive.  

"Are You Serious?" I blurted out, "I've been sitting here talking to you all this time and that's what you had to ask me.  Did you hear anything I said?  And what was that, the politically correct way of asking me whether or not I'd suck your dick?  I am so through, too through..."  I grabbed my coat and bag and left the restaurant with him scrambling behind me to stop me from continuing on without him.  He reached me before I reached the corner.

"I'm sorry," he said grabbing a hold of my arm.  I tried to shake him off but he had a firm grip on my arm.  "Look I'm really sorry, its just that you're so beautiful... and look at what you do to me"  He motioned with his eyes for me to look down and I did catching a glimpse of his manhood at full attention as it pushed against his pants zipper.  

I just rolled my eyes and left him standing alone on the corner, just him and his erection as I made my way home.  I was angry and annoyed I had done most of the speaking tonight, not to mention how much he encouraged me to speak all the other times.  I felt violated, after all this idiot had been getting off on watching me speak for a while now.  I thought back to every conversation we had and every smile he gave me realizing that he probably never heard a word I said but rather imagined my mouth in places on his body that they would never be.    

Now explain to me why it is that a lot of men can think of a woman in some of the most compromising positions while they are doing regular activities.  There are times when as a woman you can't even walk down the street without comments.  I am so tired of people perverting things because they lack the self control necessary to function as a decent human being.