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Anonymous said...: I have been that girl. More than once.

When I was a sophmore in High School, my best friend at the time had this great party when her mom went out of town. She had this huge house on the Upper West Side and it was ripe for the partying. I think it might have been the first big party that year. I was new to the school but not new to the partying. I spent a good few hours teaching the younger kids how to do tequila shots. I have maybe done 5 tequila shots since and I am very long out of HS.

I passed out in her sister's bedroom at some point and woke up a few times when friends were checking on me to make sure that I didn't choke on my own vomit. There was a trash can next to the bed. And once I woke up and there was a boy, maybe my age, maybe a bit older taking my pants off. I screamed bloody murder and someone came in. I don't remember who it was. The boy never got anywhere with me and was subsequently beaten to a bloody pulp by friend's friend Palmer. He beat him with his cane.

Thank you, Palmer. I wonder where you are these days.

When I was a freshman in college, I went camping with my friend and we had the worst time ever. So bad, that I made my parents, who we were with, take us to the bus stop so we could get a bus back into the city. When we got back, we had two empty apartments. Rose and I decided to invite a bunch of friends over to her house, close friends, and get lit and have some fun. We were both single at the time and invited a couple of the really cool guys from our scene to play drinking games and shit. Her little sister got irritated with us and took off to their dad's house. Stoked! We had the whole place to ourselves.

Luis was a good friend of mine. He had dated one of my closest friends, lived with another and when I couldn't bring the guy that I was actually dating to my HS senior prom (he was way too old to be my promdate) he came as my date. When I was wasted and passed out on the couch, Luis shoved his hand down my pants. I remember pushing him away a couple of times, but after a while, I just went with it. Was it consensual at that point? I don't know. Grey area. We didn't have sex, but I hardly ever spoke to Luis ever again.

A little less than six years ago, I was at my neighborhood bar where I drank almost every night of the week. It was only about 5 blocks from my house and no matter how tanked I was, I always got home safely. I am an experienced drinker, I generally know my limitations. That night, there was this guy who had the coolest sweatshirt from a band that I love on. He was a trollish, little bastard, but we talked about that band and reminisced about how amazing they were back in the day and how it was so sad that the lead singer was dying of brain cancer. I had a sort-of-boyfriend at the time and was not interested in this ugly little thing, but I was more than a little tipsy and I love to talk. He may have thought I was interested in him; I was not. I think that I let him know that I was only interested in chatting, but who knows how guys process this shit. It's so hard to say.

When the bar shut down for the night, I started to walk home. A block or so towards my house, he pulled up next to me and asked if I wanted a ride. Sure, why the hell not. In front of my house, he asked if I wanted to smoke some weed. I'm not a big smoker, but when I'm a bit drunk, my arm can usually be twisted in that direction.

His pipe was clogged, or broken, or something... He invited me over to his house to check out old videos of this band we'd been talking about and smoke some of that weed there. I don't know what I was thinking when I said, "Sure." Two hits in and I started to fall asleep on his couch.

He tried to kiss me and I turned my head. He tried to put his hand under my shirt and I told him to leave me alone. I was almost passing out. Another asshole trying to open the pants of a girl on his couch. I jumped up and threw a hissy fit. I was fucking ENRAGED. I forced him to drive me home immediately.

A few weeks later, I saw him at a club I was at a show at and when I totally blanked him, my skin utterly crawling, he said, "You can say hi, you know," all beligerent-like. I said, "Do I know you?" and walked away.

I have never been raped and I feel lucky for that. I'm a world of near-misses.; March 10, 2006 11:01 PM

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	Friday, March 10, 2006 Read This This moved me and made me think posted by Green at 3/10/2006 10:16:00 PM 1 Comments: Anonymous said... I have been that girl. More than once. When I was a sophmore in High School, my best friend at the time had this great party when her mom went out of town. She had this huge house on the Upper West Side and it was ripe for the partying. I think it might have been the first big party that year. I was new to the school but not new to the partying. I spent a good few hours teaching the younger kids how to do tequila shots. I have maybe done 5 tequila shots since and I am very long out of HS. I passed out in her sister's bedroom at some point and woke up a few times when friends were checking on me to make sure that I didn't choke on my own vomit. There was a trash can next to the bed. And once I woke up and there was a boy, maybe my age, maybe a bit older taking my pants off. I screamed bloody murder and someone came in. I don't remember who it was. The boy never got anywhere with me and was subsequently beaten to a bloody pulp by friend's friend Palmer. He beat him with his cane. Thank you, Palmer. I wonder where you are these days. When I was a freshman in college, I went camping with my friend and we had the worst time ever. So bad, that I made my parents, who we were with, take us to the bus stop so we could get a bus back into the city. When we got back, we had two empty apartments. Rose and I decided to invite a bunch of friends over to her house, close friends, and get lit and have some fun. We were both single at the time and invited a couple of the really cool guys from our scene to play drinking games and shit. Her little sister got irritated with us and took off to their dad's house. Stoked! We had the whole place to ourselves. Luis was a good friend of mine. He had dated one of my closest friends, lived with another and when I couldn't bring the guy that I was actually dating to my HS senior prom (he was way too old to be my promdate) he came as my date. When I was wasted and passed out on the couch, Luis shoved his hand down my pants. I remember pushing him away a couple of times, but after a while, I just went with it. Was it consensual at that point? I don't know. Grey area. We didn't have sex, but I hardly ever spoke to Luis ever again. A little less than six years ago, I was at my neighborhood bar where I drank almost every night of the week. It was only about 5 blocks from my house and no matter how tanked I was, I always got home safely. I am an experienced drinker, I generally know my limitations. That night, there was this guy who had the coolest sweatshirt from a band that I love on. He was a trollish, little bastard, but we talked about that band and reminisced about how amazing they were back in the day and how it was so sad that the lead singer was dying of brain cancer. I had a sort-of-boyfriend at the time and was not interested in this ugly little thing, but I was more than a little tipsy and I love to talk. He may have thought I was interested in him; I was not. I think that I let him know that I was only interested in chatting, but who knows how guys process this shit. It's so hard to say. When the bar shut down for the night, I started to walk home. A block or so towards my house, he pulled up next to me and asked if I wanted a ride. Sure, why the hell not. In front of my house, he asked if I wanted to smoke some weed. I'm not a big smoker, but when I'm a bit drunk, my arm can usually be twisted in that direction. His pipe was clogged, or broken, or something... He invited me over to his house to check out old videos of this band we'd been talking about and smoke some of that weed there. I don't know what I was thinking when I said, "Sure." Two hits in and I started to fall asleep on his couch. He tried to kiss me and I turned my head. He tried to put his hand under my shirt and I told him to leave me alone. I was almost passing out. Another asshole trying to open the pants of a girl on his couch. I jumped up and threw a hissy fit. I was fucking ENRAGED. I forced him to drive me home immediately. A few weeks later, I saw him at a club I was at a show at and when I totally blanked him, my skin utterly crawling, he said, "You can say hi, you know," all beligerent-like. I said, "Do I know you?" and walked away. I have never been raped and I feel lucky for that. I'm a world of near-misses. March 10, 2006 11:01 PM Post a Comment << Home	About Me Name: Green Location: San Francisco, CA, United States I'm green. I'm yogurty. I'm awesome. You can find me on Twitter at GreenYogurt. View my complete profile Previous Posts Never Tell Anyone Anything Randon Ramblings Up Since 3 a.m. - Things I Could Be Doing Other Th... Greenie's Choice I Have No Words No LA Vacation in April Bla, Bla, Bla Excuse Me, Could I Take a Picture of Your Pancakes? Peace, Calmness and Waiting For the World to Hurry... Really? You Don't Say!