Brave, no not really. It was something that happened to me a long time ago. As Stoid said about her experience - it was icky. But I don’t carry any guilt and any emotional trauma is long gone. And that which does not kill you makes you stronger - this is part of who I am, and I like myself. Without this experience, I would be someone different.
I should continue the story. I said “no” I said “stop” I said “you are hurting me” I even said “what you are doing is rape.” (Guys, this is a clue…if she accuses you of rape while it is happening, she probably will consider it rape tomorrow).
Two days later he called and asked me out again. When I said “No! You raped me! I don’t ever want to see you again,” he was shocked. Heard his side of the story from a mutual friend. He agreed I said “no” and “stop” but thought I was just “protecting my reputation” and had been a willing participant in the whole thing. It wasn’t any different from other sex he’d had, and no one else had ever accused him of rape. Dense bastard.
No I never got back at him. Never really cared to have anything more to do with him. Lost track of him quickly, the mutual friend stopped dealing with him when he learned how I (and apparently others) had been treated and the bastard was quickly out of the social circle of anyone I knew (if he remained, I didn’t). Did make an effort to let other women know he wasn’t exactly a charming date. Heard much later he had moved out of state.