Back before I got pretty good at drinking, I could go from feeling just fine to being almost too drunk to stand in 2 seconds flat.
Sometimes the act of standing would reveal that I’d had too much. Sometimes it wasn’t until I was hit by the outside cold air.
Alcohol works differently on different people. Different types of alcohol work differently. And mixing the types of alcohol can have even different results.
I was raped on a date with a man who fed me alcohol. He invited me over to watch a beauty pageant. This is 40 years ago and I can still remember it. I was young and naive and inexperienced at drinking and dating. The first drink he made for me was a tequila sunrise. The sweetness of the drink made it easy to hide the alcohol. I was so nervous because I was beginning to realize that I didn’t want to be there and I didn’t know how to tell him and so I said yes to a second drink. This time he brought me a wine spritzer, telling me that he was out of tequila. I had no idea it would hit me like a ton of bricks.
The next thing I can recall is laying on his bed with my pants down and my shirt up. I couldn’t move or articulate that I didn’t want what was happening. After he was finished, he guided/carried me to the couch where he sat me down and then he got into the shower. I’m not sure how much time had passed but I was finally feeling like I could move and the next time he left the room, I threw up on his couch right where he’d been sitting. I covered the vomit with a pillow and when he left the room again to get the supplies to clean up the vomit, I left as fast as I could.
I didn’t report it to the police. I just went home and scrubbed myself and cried. The man was waiting for me outside my work a few days later asking for a second date. I declined and never saw him again.