When I was at my worst...was pretty lonely and desperate for friendship.
Met some guy off Plentyoffreaks and he lied to me and lured me into his vehicle and then drove me to the other end of his city to his home. I reluctantly followed him into his home as I figured; I'm in the middle of nowhere anyway - and he's my friend! Afterall, we talked online for quite a while.
Then he asked me to sneak myself into his bedroom so we could hang out...I thought: "Maybe this is what friends do! I always hear of people hanging out with their friends at their homes!
". However, it pretty much ended me being pushed onto his bed and him touching me and trying to **** me for a few hours.
I'm really lucky he didn't rape me.
Never ******* again.
Another time I foolishly thought another young man was my friend. This one I was romantically interested in - he was introduced to me by a good family friend. On paper, he's a stereotypical "nerd boy" and well-liked by everyone.
It was a rainy day and I let him stay over because he traveled so far to visit me on motorcycle. I asked him to stay over because it I was worried for him as it was extremely windy and just pouring and past midnight.
He knocked on my bedroom door...then asked to lie down with me. He then pretty much said he wanted to **** me.
Because I felt he didn't love me (and he didn't)...I told him I wasn't comfortable and not ready.
That night was the last I ever saw him again. He didn't even want my friendship.
I used to keep thinking...maybe if I didn't have him stay over that night; he would have still kept visiting me many weekends after.
Maybe would have grown to love me...but I wouldn't say it's a big regret
now. But the 8 months that I cried every night over him back then...it would have been nice if I could have dragged his friendship a bit longer and not to have tormented myself for so long over him.