Un uomo mi ha chiesto di andare a cena da lui, ma quando sono arrivata, non c’era niente da mangiare: solo un lavandino traboccante di piatti sporchi e la spesa sparsa sul bancone. Con calma, mi ha detto: “Voglio vedere che tipo di casalinga saresti e se sai cucinare”.

“There’s no dinner here,” I said. “Just demands.”

“Fine,” he shouted. “You’ll end up alone!”

That was supposed to hurt.

But it didn’t.

He wasn’t testing my cooking skills — he was testing my boundaries. If I had washed those dishes on a first date, it would’ve set the tone for everything that followed.

So I walked out calmly.

Because sometimes the most powerful thing a woman can do… is leave.