Last week, I hung out with some people from work. This extremely attractive guy I’ve worked with for two months began flirting with me, when he realized I didn’t have a boyfriend, like he’d thought I did all along. He seemed really interested and we had a bit in common. Eventually, after a few more beers he asks where I live and he follows me back to my house where he meets my mom and my grandmother.
He’s very drunk at this point, and I’m pretty naive, but he starts kissing me and picks me up and stuff, then keeps trying to touch me and other things of that nature. I thought he genuinely liked me, but I would be like “No, cut it out, I don’t know you that well” but he would be like, “But I’m not!” and yet continued to take my pants off and I’d have to pull them back up. Continue reading