Tuesday, 14 September 2010

• "Thank You For Not Taking Advantage Of Me"

  While I was away at school at Binghamton University I met some pretty interesting people. I experienced things that I will never forget. I wanted to take a second to tell you about one of those people and one of those experiences.

  When I got to Binghamton I lived in a co-ed dorm. Living with females definitely had it's advantages. Things were always a little bit cleaner, the hallways did not smell like total ass, and of course, we got to see girls walk around in towels and undies every once in a while. It was nice. 

  One of my dorm mates at that time was this girl named Ashley (at least that is what I am going to call her for this entry). Ashley had quickly gained a reputation around campus as a bit of a "party girl". She was the type of freshman who seemed to be rebelling from a very sheltered upbringing. I happened to live two doors down from her.

  Ashley often did things to draw attention to herself. She would drink a bunch, walk around in skimpy pajamas, fight with guys on her cell phone in the hallways. Although she got plenty of attention from others, I mostly ignored her crap. I knew she was not as bad as she let on. Most of it was just for show.

  Over time, we became cool. She used to come hang out in my room, and talk my ear off about whatever man problems she was having at the time. I used to tell her to shut that shit up and get the hell back to her room with all that whining.  As annoying as she was, it sort of became our fun little game. Still, I always made it a point to keep things with her light. I wanted no part of her constant drama.

  One night, I was hanging out in a friend's room, watching some shitty movies till damn near 2 in the morning. When I went back to my room, Ashley was sitting on my bed, wasted out of her mind. Now I know that for some guys, coming back to your room at 2 in the morning to find some incoherent hot chick sitting on their bed is like Christmas come early, but at the time all I could think to myself was, "what the fuck is this shit?"

  She came onto me pretty strong for a little while, and I told her that she should go back to her room. She refused. She tried to take my clothes off a few times, and started to undress herself. When I started to pull her off the bed, she started to cry. It was a big huge mess. To avoid starting her up any further, I told her to lay down and sit tight while I went and washed up for a sec. I put some relaxing music on, and hoped she would pass out by the time I came back. Five minutes later, she was out cold. I was so relieved. I covered her up, and slept on the floor in my friend's room for the night. When I went to check up on her the next morning, she was gone.

  When I saw Ashley the next day, she apologized for falling asleep on my bed, and thanked me for letting her crash for the night. It was unclear to me how much she remembered from the night before. We never spoke of the details. It has been 8 years since I've last spoken to her. To this day I had assumed that most of the night had been a blur to her. That was until a message I received from her this morning on Facebook.

  She shared with me that she is getting married, and also congratulated me on my engagement. It was so random hearing from her, but that is the nature of Facebook sometimes. People just pop up in your in box out of the blue. Most of the message was small talk, up until the end.

  "Look, I don't know how to say what I want to say, so I guess I'll just put it out there as bluntly as possible. That night in Binghamton. The night I passed out on your bed. Thanks for not raping me. I was going through a lot back then, and that could have taken me down a real dark path. I never told you this, but what you did that night kind of gave me faith. Not too many people had shown me that type of respect in the past. I needed it more than you know."

  Wow. Funny how things can have a ripple effect. All this time I thought she had completely blacked out. I am real glad to know that doing the right thing paid off.

  Has anyone else ever resisted drunk approaches? Has anyone ever thanked you?

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