To the guy who thought sexual harassment was OK,
You said you needed help calling your roommate. I said I could help. Please notice I did not give you permission to grab me in any kind of way.
But you did.
You were drunk.
I understand that you lose social cues and body control at a certain point, but you were not at the point yet. You tried to put your finger in my back pocket, but I immediately removed it. You asked if that was too much. You knew it was, but you asked anyway. I told you it was too much.
You shot your shot, and I turned it down... But that did not stop you from progressing. Instead, you grabbed me by the waist and leaned into my ear. I thought you were just about to tell me what to say if your roommate answers the phone. That was not your intention. Instead, you told me how beautiful and feminine I was, and then tried to kiss me. My face was completely to the side trying to avoid your lips, but you still did not stop. You kept trying to lure me in and even kissed my cheek with your tongue. You asked for my Snapchat, but I said I did not know you. You snapped back with a clever "I didn't ask for your number." I pushed away with nervous laughter.
I took a big step towards my friends, but you did not like the distance between us.
So you fixed that, by grabbing my back belt loop and pulling me by your side.
You were making it very clear what you wanted, but so was I. You continued to put your whole hand in my back pocket and feeling up my butt cheek. I told you earlier that a finger was too much, what made you think caressing my butt was OK? You even tried to take my jeans out of the equation, but I grabbed your hand and held it by my side before you had a chance to touch my skin. You got upset. You called me "baby," and you were mad that I was shutting you down.
During this whole interaction, I could not stop with nervous laughter.
What do you do in these kinds of situations?
Where is the line of "too far?"
As soon as my friends noticed I was mouthing "HELP," they used the excuse of a girl's trip to the bathroom. We lied, and instead of taking a right to the bathroom, we ran to the left to find an exit. We sped walked all the way home. I was too scared to turn around to check if you and your friend were following us home. The whole walk home, we wondered if you even had me calling your roommate, or if it was a ploy to get my number. No matter if it was your roommate, I blocked the unknown number. I did not want you having a way to contact me.
Why did you try so hard?
What about that whole interaction made you think I would want to go home with you?
I did not see you the whole party. I was not flirting across the courtyard. I was not wearing anything scandalous. I did nothing. So why must you ruin the fun for us girls? What happened was not even bad. But that is the worst part, isn't it? That a girl getting felt up by a stranger, and that is not even bad. What a sad and rapey culture college is nowadays. It is not cute. It does not make you more of a man. It only makes you an a**hole. Have we forgotten how to politely have an interaction with someone of your preferred sexuality?
College is all fun and games until you have to go home because you do not feel comfortable out with your friends. Let's be the generation who stands up to people who think it is okay to take advantage of someone.
#NotOnMyCampus