I’ve never much thought about it until tonight I guess, home alone. Reading hashtags.
Guys have whistled at me and made snide remarks, that’s just part of being a woman unfortunately. But it was during my first year at the university when I was 21 years old that both these things happened.
The second time it happened I was at a club in Portland with some friends. I was single at the time, me and the hubby were talking but we weren’t a thing yet, so I was just getting loaded and dancing. Being loud, I’m sure, and happy. Just innocent fun when all the sudden, out of no where, a dick was in my hand.
I was stunned, didn’t even look at him just walked out of the dance room to find my friends. I was in shock, I mean who would do such a gross thing. My one friend got in a fight with her sister or something and god knows where they were, and they were our ride, but my other friend just wondered around downtown with me listening to me ramble. It was everything to me that night and I don’t think I ever even told her.
So I was doing what any crazy shocked drunk lady would do, I started yelling. Still rambling too at my friend but also any man on the street I saw, just telling them how much men disgusted me, and they all seemed to understand. It was probably just like any other night in a city, and all the drama took me back to another night not so long before, the first time it happened. And thinking about it just panicked me more.
I had been out at the bar, or as it is called the pub, that night too. At the time the town was just coming out of being dry and we didn’t have too many options. I was with some friends I drank with a lot back then. One of them was this Saudi guy, he was cute and always had hella weed on him. Plus his ex girlfriend had a hebrew name like me and so it all just had me curious I guess. Anyway, I knew him a decent amount at this point. We’d hooked up a couple of times netflix and chill style so I guess I asked him to walk me back to my dorm. I don’t remember at all really except I woke up naked, sore, and hungover the next day and he was gone. There was no mess but then again he had always used a condom before so… I was disoriented. I tried calling him later to figure out what had happened that night but he didn’t answer, and I never saw him again.
And to tell you the truth I can’t think of a better way for it to have ended.