Honestly…it’s a non-event to me at this point in my life. It bothered me tremendously after it first happened because I was a virgin and I truly wanted to wait to have sex until I met someone I really loved. I felt violated and I felt ashamed. I felt like if I hadn’t been drinking that night or if I had been more careful about who I was with or if I hadn’t left with him…blah.blah.blah. Lots of “what ifs”.
I saw the guy a couple years back while waiting at a restaurant to be seated for dinner. I felt physically ill and had to leave the restaurant.
I ran into him socially a few weeks after what happened when I was out with my roommate and her boyfriend. My roommate walked up to him, threw a drink in his face and shouted to the entire bar that all the girls better stay away from him because he was a rapist. Her boyfriend decked him and told him if he ever came near me again he would do worse. We then all got thrown out of the club but I don’t think anybody regretted it.
Yes, I made some bad choices but I do remember bits and pieces of the night. I remember sitting on a couch talking to him and thinking that my head felt so heavy and like I couldn’t form the words I wanted to say. Like I was in a fog. I remember telling him I hadn’t had sex and that I didn’t want to until I knew I loved somebody. I don’t remember anything else until the next morning.
I’ve been drunk before and this didn’t feel like that.
He was extremely casual about the whole thing. In fact, when someone asked him a few days later if he and I were seeing each other he commented to them, “I would never date someone who slept with me the first night she met me.” :rolleyes: