Dear Mr. Ansari

Well, it was inevitable. First there is a problem, usually one of epic  proportion, that everyone knows needs to be addressed, but nobody wants to be the first one to test the water. Too risky, too scary, too much to potentially lose. Fine, so shut up and let others continue to suffer for no other reason but your lack of courage.
Then one day someone says, you know what? Enough. Who cares what happens, this has got to stop. So that brave person jumps in with both feet. At first, everyone is stunned, shocked. Could this be true?? Short pause for initial dust to settle. Nothing bad is happening to our brave whistle blower, hot damn. All of a sudden, everyone is getting brave, remembering indignities done to them and they all need to unburden themselves, like right now!! 
This is a good thing. Finally the light is being directed at the dark corners of life, and the insects and vermin of humanity are being driven out of their hidey holes. All Hell is brought down on these men, one after another. There is someone new exposed nearly every day. Things will finally be changing.
Only one tiny problem. Just like in every war, there is collateral damage.
The MeToo movement was formed, and of course, everyone wanted to join. But without a personal account to tell, would one feel truly comfortable as a member? So now, some women, those desperate to be a part of anything new and shiny, are scouring their pasts, looking for anything that might do, like looking for a credible costume to a retro Halloween party.
This leaves every man  who has ever made a pass at a woman on every date he has ever been on, vulnerable. Which means virtually every man in America. Look, dating is literally a mating ritual. Part of that ritual is attempting to find a mate. Are some men simply terrible at this?? You betcha. Should they be criminalized? Good grief, no. Slapped perhaps, maybe even laughed at, if you're into that, but accused of assault, come on.
Here is how it goes, men try, and we either accept or refuse. Is it sometimes clumsy and embarassing, yep. Do you sometimes sorrrrt of accept, then suddenly decide, uh..nope,changed my mind, yep. Maybe he wasn't as good at seduction as you had hoped, not a good kisser, whatever. Point is, somewhere in the middle of the meal, you decided to send your plate back.
Buyers remorse is NOT cause to indict the chef. You made a bad choice. No actual harm, no foul. Get over yourself.  Don't destroy some poor shlub just to get into the club, ladies. If you are fortunate enough to NOT have a story, just be supportive of those who do, geeze.

Just sayin'
Dragonfly Davis