Wait, how does saying “actually, let’s stop” turn into me having some anatomical issue? I hooked up with a classmate at my new place, got uncomfortable halfway through, and politely called it off. Next morning he’s in our grade’s group chat claiming we stopped because my body was "weird down there." I’m furious, but honestly just baffled. How is someone's ego this fragile?

First things first: your body isn’t broken, but his fragile ego definitely is. Stopping halfway through isn’t a crime, a malfunction, or an invitation for a smear campaign. It’s called revoking consent, and you have the absolute right to pull the brake the second the vibe feels off. Zero apologies needed. But when a guy can’t stomach hearing "not feeling this," panic sets in. Instead of facing rejection like a grown-up, he cooked up a ridiculous medical mystery to save face in front of his buddies. It’s petty, transparent, and completely childish. Whatever you do, don't get dragged into debating your anatomy with teenagers. That only validates the rumor. If you want to shut it down publicly, keep it icy and brief: *"Inventing fairy tales about my body won't change the fact that I just wasn't into you."* Hold your head high. You trusted your gut, and his desperate damage control proves you made the exact right call walking away.