I’ve been on several dates with D before. He seemed nice. He’s new to the area, moved here from a major city, experiencing culture shock I know all to well. We’ve bonded, but I’ve felt no chemistry. I do, however, enjoy talking to him. He lives in a college town, about an hour away, but he’s driven to see me a few times. He invited me over tonight to hang out, drink a couple of beers and just, chill. AS I didn’t have any plans, and I now have a car, I thought it appropriate. To be honest, I’ve put him so far into the friend’s category I don’t think he’d ever manage to get out if he turned into a sex god on fire…
Well, after two beers, he started getting touchy feel-y. At first it was friendly, and then it was really aggressive. In a ridiculously scary way. I repeatedly said no, in number of different ways. I told him “I don’t want to do this”, and he took his shirt off, said “why not?” and kissed me harder. I said “no” and pushed him away, and he literally got on top of me. I said “stop” and got stiff as a board. I was seriously afraid I was going to be in trouble. Real, live trouble. I kept having flashes of talking to police officers and going to the hospital. I was so scared. I was terrified of being a story of date rape that nurses, doctors, and cops go home and tell their daughters.
In the end, he paused for something, and I bolted. I grabbed my purse and said “I’m going now”. I don’t think I’ve ever ran so fast. His neighbors even commented on it. I am safe, nothing really happened. Bottom line is, you have to be careful. You have to have an exit plan. You have to think ahead. I’ve spent a lot of time with this guy. He’s not someone I just met. I never thought he’d be that aggressive. I never thought I would be anything other than safe with him. Turns out I was wrong.
I’m sharing this not for sympathy, not for anything other than a reminder to every woman out there. I want you all to be extra careful. It only takes one time for something that could change your life in a horrible way to happen. And now, now I take an Ativan and I try to sleep.
*HUGS* I’m glad you’re okay. Sounds like he should have a one-beer limit. What will you do if he calls or texts again?
Ignore the call/text.
This gives me the creeepies,Meg. Glad you got outta there!
did he ever try to get in touch and apologize or anything?
Nope. Haven’t heard from him.
Probably for the best.