I really wasn’t planning to meet anyone that night. You were sweet. I was stupid. I let you take it a step further and then another and another. I was in an emotionally weak state since I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I told you that. You said you wouldn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do and once we got to your apartment that was obviously not the case. I didn’t mind showering with you. I didn’t mind kissing you. I didn’t even mind touching eachother, but I did not want to have sex. When you tried to get me to give you a blow job and I left the bathroom I told you that made me feel awful and you said you understood. I told you about being raped and you said you would never make me feel like that. You said you wouldn’t (yet again) force me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. Once I crawled into your bed to pass out you just decided it was okay to fuck me. I kept pushing you out of me. Was that not enough of a clue? I’m glad you asked me to get on top of you and I hoped off and got dressed. I was really drunk I know I broke something on my way out. I hope you remember that night and realize when someone tells you to stop, you should stop. I will never see you again, but I don’t think I will ever forget that night.