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Cassandra
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On wednesday night I went out with a friend for a drink. I haven't had any alcohol in a long time, but decided one wouldn't hurt. I was standing at the bar and started talking to some of the people, all of whom it turned out worked at the place. One guy offered to buy me a drink. I decided to get a Whiskey Sour. The drink turned out to be about 98.9% Whiskey and 1.8% Sour Mix. Then one of the other guys bought me another drink. I thought it would be rude to refuse it so I drank it. Then everyone got a round of shots (Southern Comfort). I took it and then went into the bathroom and threw up. By now it wasn't about not wanting to offend anyone. I was sufficiently beyond buzzed. And I get very friendly when I'm "beyond buzzed".
Before I continue, I'm not looking for a lecture on drinking/being drunk. I was sick for three days afterwards and...well...read on...
As you may've guessed, by this point I was in no condition to drive. One of the people there, Dennis, said he only lived a short distance away and that I could crash there. I agreed and we went to his house where we drank red wine (which I hate when I'm sober) and talked about The Bible. He also talked about the things he wanted to do to me sexually and some other stuff that I'm sure JWND (Jesus Would Not Do).
In the end I ended up having unprotected sex with the guy who, I found out later, was twice my age. I honestly had no idea how old he was. He looked much younger. That's not the worst, though. I've been ill and have a higher suseptibility to STDs, so I've been avoiding sex until my treatment is done.
Then the next day he starts acting like he owns me. He's trying to tell me when and when not to talk, telling me what I'm going to do today and saying stuff like "I didn't tell you you could talk!" and "I know this is what you want, so I'm going to give it to you you little <insert derogatory term for the vagina>"
I made up something and said I had to leave and I did (with him telling me "You'd better be back here afterwards."). He kept calling me and calling me afterwards (Yes, I was THAT drunk). I ignored him and haven't heard anything from him since.
What I want your thoughts on is not this whole ordeal, but what happened on the drive home on Thursday morning.
I felt about as unclean as you can get. It was crawling inside my skin. I was driving by a church and felt the strongest urge to go inside and talk to someone. I started talking to God and begging forgiveness...something I haven't done since I stopped identifying myself as a Christian. I wanted to confess, but there were no Catholic churches on the way home.
I'm not exactly sure...but I need to talk to someone and understand...
Before I continue, I'm not looking for a lecture on drinking/being drunk. I was sick for three days afterwards and...well...read on...
As you may've guessed, by this point I was in no condition to drive. One of the people there, Dennis, said he only lived a short distance away and that I could crash there. I agreed and we went to his house where we drank red wine (which I hate when I'm sober) and talked about The Bible. He also talked about the things he wanted to do to me sexually and some other stuff that I'm sure JWND (Jesus Would Not Do).
In the end I ended up having unprotected sex with the guy who, I found out later, was twice my age. I honestly had no idea how old he was. He looked much younger. That's not the worst, though. I've been ill and have a higher suseptibility to STDs, so I've been avoiding sex until my treatment is done.
Then the next day he starts acting like he owns me. He's trying to tell me when and when not to talk, telling me what I'm going to do today and saying stuff like "I didn't tell you you could talk!" and "I know this is what you want, so I'm going to give it to you you little <insert derogatory term for the vagina>"
I made up something and said I had to leave and I did (with him telling me "You'd better be back here afterwards."). He kept calling me and calling me afterwards (Yes, I was THAT drunk). I ignored him and haven't heard anything from him since.
What I want your thoughts on is not this whole ordeal, but what happened on the drive home on Thursday morning.
I felt about as unclean as you can get. It was crawling inside my skin. I was driving by a church and felt the strongest urge to go inside and talk to someone. I started talking to God and begging forgiveness...something I haven't done since I stopped identifying myself as a Christian. I wanted to confess, but there were no Catholic churches on the way home.
I'm not exactly sure...but I need to talk to someone and understand...