Yes lots.
When I was 18 I slept with lots of guys, all of them are awful thinking back
The second guy I had sex with was some scumbag in a nightclub I wen back to a hotel with him and his foreign friend. They were clearly rough and into drugs/selling drugs/ crime etc. the guy spilled his life story to me about losing both parents and having a fucked up childhood. Clearly off his face on drugs, the Romanian or foreign friend tried to 'have me' many times I felt like something in a movie, I remember him saying to the guy I was with 'come on, let me, she's just a girl, there are lots of them' I left the next morning in stupid heels and obviously couldn't stop thinking about the guy, being young and all. He rang me once and never again, I was constantly texting him.
Another, I was absolutely black out drunk and met some guy I can't even remember in a nightclub, it was a student night. Before the peak of the night we went back to their student house, had horrible drunk sex in a room with a door open while the friends walked past and laughed, in the other room they robbed my cigarettes from my bag,
Afterwards, they all told me to leave and walked me to the door. I cried leaving and smashed my brand new phone off the ground. and when I went down the road I seen a guy and asked him for a lighter, I ended up going back to his house.. two in one night. Giving me a little bit of hope, this guy was actually sweet and gave me a lift home the next morning because it was lashing rain.
Oh fuck. The worst one. Trying to rack my brain thinking of more, there are so many it's hard to remember.
I was at a friend of a friends wedding do. A gay wedding in a large house. As usual, I got nearly blind drunk, vague snippets of walking into an attic with my tights down, then memories of walking through a field barefoot to this rotten guys house, where it was so messy, and smelly and I dunno if there was a sheet on the bed. He was a past boyfriend of my friends mum and also he had slept with the gay couple. He was a 'anything goes' guy. He clearly took pure advantage of the fat drunk girl. I walked back to the wedding house the next day to find my tights and bag. We ended up staying for a bit of a party, he didn't even look at me for the day or night.
Sorry, this thread just racked lots of memories. I was an insecure, wild in a bad way, holy terror when I was 17/18. It has faded me as a person, I'm in a long term relationship now and do not have a sexuality really, never enjoyed exploring sex or similar after several experiences, my poor normal partner never realised why I don't initiate sex or enjoy to please him.
I think I must see a therapist at some point to delve through all my self destructing memories in order to move forward in my life, as all my younger actions have brought extreme anxiety, introverted ness and paranoia.
So sorry for the ridiculously long post but it felt good to get it out.