Back in the day I lived 92 miles from where I worked and I commuted. One day my mother came home and told me that there's a guy that she knows who just got a job in Boston and he was looking for an apartment there but in the meantime she told him that since I worked in Boston already he could ride with me everyday.
I didn't want to, but with my mom if I'd say no I was the ibtch. So I drove him for one week. The very first day he asked if I was a model and it made me really uncomfortable. I told my mom after the week that he couldn't ride with me anymore. She actually wanted ME to tell him but I refused.
After that that's when I started thinking: if I offer, fine. If someone else offers for me, no way.