I held the door open for a guy a bit behind me and he then caught up with me on the stairs and said “Did you just hold the door open for me? That should be the other way around.” He sounded legitimately bothered by the fact that a woman could hold the door for him. Another time, he told me that he’d be happy to ask my professor a question on my behalf about class material, presumably because I’d be too timid or incapable of asking myself (and I’m clearly an extrovert).
