“The carpenter renovating my room thought I was gay – I’m a straight guy. We were alone in the house. I finished taking a shower and was only in my towel, and I innocuously analyzed his shirtless torso in all its glory wondering what routine is he doing in the gym. Maybe I was staring too hard.

He then approached me and tried to make out with me. I pushed him and laughed and said No. He said he thought I wanted to have sex with him with all the stares I was giving him.”