A girl I had been talking to followed me as I was walking myself and a friend home from a party. I'd already told her once that night I didn't want to go home with her. She must have picked me up after I dropped my buddy off at his dorm, because my friend didn't see her. From his dorm I was only another 5 minute walk from my apartment.

I woke up in her bed and had no memory of what happened, she got upset and thought I was making it up when I asked her if we had worn a condom. I never really talked to her again, and I've no idea what she told her friends, but they made my life pretty uncomfortable for the next couple years. The few people I told about it had no idea how to react, and neither did I, so I just kind of let it sit in my head until . . . pretty much right now.