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Date Rape: "no" means "NO" part IIII
It felt wrong from the start. Not just because he was my cousin's friend growing up (turns out they only went to elementary school together so it's not like they're gonna be having a heart to heart about it or anything), or because we were in my cousin's room, my cousin's bed, with the photo of the dude I was hooking up with up on the wall (a baseball team photo, but still...).
Those things only get to you if you let them get to you, and I was fascinated by this man so I imagined we were back in my bed in Amherst.
But he was going way too fast. Like as soon as we closed the door his hand was down my pants. And I made him stop that but he kept doing things like that and I was really confused. I kept saying, "Can we just slow it down a little?" and I kept not getting an answer.
I'd needed someone to talk to, maybe kiss a little, if it felt right, but that was just completely beyond what I'd been picturing.
And the fact that at dinner I realized there was definitely bruising made me realize that this is NOT a whatever situation. He's just a horny deuchebag. I mean, all the cousins said he used to be a bully as a kid.
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