At first I didn’t realize what was going on. I was at a friend’s we were all drinking. I had only had one drink and was completely sober when I felt him climb into bed with me and my best friend. He said the room he was in was cold. I thought fine this is harmless. Maybe he is really just cold. Then he started trying to grab my chest. And at one point he was trying to pull my shorts and underwear off. I told him no. I had a boyfriend. “It’s because I’m not hot enough right? I’m just not hot for you? Let me love you. Let me treat you like a real woman” I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
Thank god my best friend woke up. And told him to leave; he got up and left. She came in and asked what happened. I told her; she told her brother and her brother got super mad and wanted to confront him. I begged them to just let it go maybe I had given him the wrong idea I was wearing short shorts and a low cut top. Maybe I was flirty with him; but I had a boyfriend and I made it clear I was seeing someone. The next day he woke up and came out to the living room where I was. Said he couldn’t remember a thing.
So I told him that he had tried to have sex with me; and got mad when I said no; he apologized and said he had no idea what he was doing and he couldn’t remember anything. Fast forward 4 months and my best friend and I are talking about it because he wanted to come over to see her brother and he said no; I told them it was okay because he didn’t know what he was doing. Then they told me that he admitted to remembering doing it; and that if my best friend hadn’t woken up he would’ve continued until I said yes. I just found out he moved to Texas.
I can breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t get very far with me. But I could’ve gotten far worse.
Anonymous