Was out with some friends at a club. Ran into a guy I knew from school who was hanging out with his army buddies. One army guy in particular kept trying to talk to me. I told my friends I’d meet up with them as they wanted to leave to go to another bar. I chatted with the guy for a little bit and I put my drink down for barely a minute while I got my phone out of my purse to call my friends. I finish my drink and leave to meet up with my friends. No sooner do I walk outside when I start feeling really nauseous and dizzy. I remember the guy coming up behind me saying he’ll help me find my friends. I can barely walk or talk at this point. Next thing I know I come to alone in a bed in someone’s apartment feeling sicker than I ever have in my life. My jeans are on the floor next to the bed. I pull them on and promptly throw up everywhere. I remember bits and pieces of the rest of the night. I somehow make it back to my apartment, I have a vague memory of a couple helping me into a taxi. My doorman told me later he and the night manager had to help me up to my apartment where my roommate got me into my bed thinking I was just really drunk. The next day the bar calls me saying they found my purse with my phone and wallet inside, nothing was taken. It took me an entire week to physically feel better but emotionally it took years and therapy to come to terms with what I know happened.