Linda’s Story: I Don’t Remember His Name

Linda’s Story: I Don’t Remember His Name

When I was in college one Saturday night I felt incredibly depressed. I knew it was dark out, but I thought taking a walk would be something good to help ease all the ugly off of my spirits. I was in a very vulnerable place. An acquaintance of mine was talking to me on Aim instant messenger. He said he would meet me in the lobby and we could go for that walk.

When I arrived down in the lobby, however, he pointed out it was a dark and rainy night so maybe we should talk in his room instead? It seemed a reasonable enough request. I didn’t think anything of it. I just thought of how nice it would be to be heard.

So I followed him into his room where immediately I realized I had a made a mistake. The lights were off, which was weird since we were supposed to be discussing my mental health. He put on some movie on Netflix which was loud and full of cars and it was just one of those films that had a lot of senseless action happening without much of a plot. I strained to watch it as he attempted to kiss me several times. To say he couldn’t read a room would be the understatement of the century.

However, seemed he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I never actually said it, but my body language spoke volumes he wouldn’t listen to. I kept trying to get away from him, and he wouldn’t let me go.

He forced me to touch his dick and then got angry when I recoiled as if he were the one that had any right to be upset. He only calmed when I told him about the ex that tried to rape me, and he said that was wild because the girl he talked to the other night had been raped by someone. He just couldn’t believe how common it was that someone had been raped or assaulted even after what he did to me, he seemed to think he was better than the boy who tried to rape me when I was younger.

I remember he said he needed to do something on my computer and I let him. I was in a daze, my mind was trying to process what had happened. I wondered if I weren’t in the wrong or somehow led him on without meaning to.

But now, I know, it was one hundred percent his fault. I was vulnerable and he tried to exploit my vulnerability for his own gain. I don’t remember his name, but I will never forget what he did to me. Beware of people even those who seem to have good intentions.

Some men can talk the talk without walking the walk.



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