My high school girlfriend did a very light version of this. Very early on, we were in a convenience store parking lot getting gas or something, I climb into the car and she says, “Look, when I say ‘maybe,’ I mean ‘yes,’ okay?” It wasn’t a continuation of any conversation we were having, I guess she was doing that chick thing where she has most of the conversation in her head and only shares the end of it with you.

Dozens upon dozens of times, we’d have this conversation: “Wanna do it?” “Maybe.” “…and maybe means yes.” I never neglected to remind her she’d said that.

Later on, I had another girlfriend who liked to be chased. Literally. Tag was foreplay to her. We’d get through the front door of the house and she’d go tearing off into the bedroom and jump fully clothed under the covers, often giggling. This would often start with her pulling herself out of my arms. I talked to her that chasing her through the house to a hiding place, taking the blanket off of her, undressing her, and fucking her felt a little bit non-consentual. She just…liked to be chased. So she agreed to say something like “Come get me!” before taking off. Yes, Ma’am!"