Yes, I know that getting black-out drunk is always a bad idea. Bye!” She said that in a cheery, normal, not-hungover-at-all voice and walked out the door. She smiled, kissed me quickly on the lips, and said,”That was fun, but I gotta head out this morning. On the floor were two used condoms that I do not remember even having on. She was on the edge of the bed getting dressed. I woke up in the morning, confused, face down, and naked.
#TEEN SUICIDE BAND HAUNT ME SERIES#
I just remember a series of images that do not seem real. I don’t remember details and have no sense of the time involved, what was said, what anything felt like, or even what I did during those images. Then flashes of moments: I am pushed on the bed my shorts are off and she is on top of me and finally I am in the middle of the bed on top of her. I then remember being in the bedroom and her pushing me against the wall while kissing me. I can not remember what we talked about at all. As I am filling up a glass, I remember talking with a girl in the kitchen. I remember having my shorts and shirt still on and going into the kitchen. I only remember flashes of what happened afterwards.Īt some point I got out of bed to get myself some water. Around the time I decided to get into bed, I blacked out. Since it was a friend’s house, I decided to go ahead and fall asleep in the spare bedroom rather than continue drinking and get sick/embarrass myself. I had been drinking prior to the party and so by midnight I was very intoxicated. Eventually, after a long time, it went away on its own, with me completely ignorant of what it was until many years later.įrom a guy in his late twenties who got “black-out drunk”:Ī few years ago I was at a small party with a few close friends and some other guests. They told me to go away, that I was imagining things. The whole experience was extremely unsettling, not least because I contracted a rather painful yeast infection from her, and visited several doctors who all told me I didn’t have an STD (VD, in those days). She was much more worldly, and very pushy. My first sexual experience was rape, in the sense that I was coerced and given drugs and alcohol. Several readers are touching on that theme.