rape!

Rape, rape, rape, is what I do.

Because:

Foreplay is stressful.
Mechanical relations are much easier process than real feeling.
A monologue of force is easier than a dialogue of understanding.
Empathy is for gays.
Caring is for post-menopausal mothers.
Touching requires sensitivity, punching requires muscles.
Muffled screams or traumatized silence are "in" right now.
Raping means never having to say you're sorry.
I live in the great recession; courtship takes time and money.

It's not rape to me, and since we don't have a consensual understanding of what just occurred, then it didn't happen the way you said that it happened. And the way that you were dressed...