I've changed my name for this, and I'm just looking for an outside perspective on this.
It's all a bit difficult. About 5 years ago I was working in Europe with a friend. We met a man at a work thing who was over for a few days from England and he hung around in a bar where we all went. He made a drunken effort to kiss me one night but I told him no way (he was about 10 years older than me and a bit of a smarmy hooray henry type).
Anyway, I came back to England and went to college several months later. We'd all stayed loosely in touch via email mainly just as a contact thing really. One day this man called me and said he was in town with work and did I want to go out for a drink. I agreed, but arranged for my friend to come and meet us as well as I didn't want him getting the wrong idea.
I had maybe 2 glasses of wine over about an hour or so, then my friend came out and we went to the club next door. I have a very hazy recollection of what happened but I remember in the club going to walk to the loo and almost collapsing as I was so drunk I couldn't walk, which was ridiculous as I'd had 2 glasses of wine. I remember messing around with my friend and telling the bloke we were going out with each other so he'd leave me alone (he must have been flirting with me again at this point.)
Next thing I remember was leaving, my friend went home, I said I was going home, and the next thing I know I woke up in some hotel room with this bloke having sex with me.
In the morning I was really sick and just got up and went home, where I spent the rest of the day in bed feeling hideous. I couldn't remember what had happened and at the time wrote it off as a very dodgy one night stand.
Thing is, the more I look back (which I try not to do really) the more I am convinced I was drugged - I must have been. I've never been that drunk before or since. And either way, he should not have been having sex with me when I was in that state.
I've tried to forget but sometimes it pops up in my mind. But it was 5 years ago now, I can't prove anything, and I woudn't really want to upset my family by making a fuss about this.
Then again, I wouldn't want the bastard to do this to anyone else. So what do I do? It seems almost pointless now but it still bothers me sometimes and I need to draw some sort of line under the whole hideous experience.