1973

The first time it happened was in my first apartment after high school in between transfers to another university. I knew and trusted this classmate. He claimed to want to spend time with me, watch a movie, eat popcorn. But that wasn't his real motive and when he started to smooch on me, I said "no". But it didn't matter to him. He wouldn't take "no" for an answer. I still can remember his name. He ended going to jail and I wouldn't be surprised if he's dead and I don't care. It took a long time just to reduce the hate I have towards this person.

Second time occurred towards the end of that same summer. It was a supposed friend who was talented, popular and later served his country in the military. I had a crush on him. Everyone did. He was handsome. He and his buddies were patrons of a place I worked in locally and our staff of pretty servers were all invited to this party out on farm in the country.  But when I got there the other's were all inside. Except for this person and a few of his buddies. He was very drunk and pulled a gun on me, ordering me into this separate room off the porch in the back. It was quick and humiliating because I felt if I wasn't compliant he might shoot me, even possibly accidentally.  He doesn't remember it but there were 2 others outside the door, guarding it that probably don't remember either. Does that excuse the crime? I do have witness, though, a girlfriend that worked with me had just come outside from the group inside and found me sobbing my head off. He knows it's true and knows this witness too. Long story short, years later we did have  talk about it. He says he doesn't remember doing it but admits his guilt to me because of that witnesses input. He was very sorry and I forgave him. He has reformed much since that time and is a good person. It's crazy.

The last time was actually an attempted rape but I was able to get away. It happened right after I had just gotten settled in after the transfer to East Carolina University. Strange how all these events all happened around the same time period and I remember the names vividly.  But I will reveal the last one's identity. His name is David Devine from New York. He was in my art classes and invited me over to share a meal one day....except, again, that wasn't his real intention and he was weakly wimp, which is why I managed to get out of his clutches and ran. I did repirt him to the University.  I wasn't the only one he we tried it on. A few of the victims he was successful but the University would do absolutely  nothing.  But because the rapist was at least exposed and was being watched, there were no more incidents. 

I was naive and too trusting. I learned you cannot be that way. Even when you think you know someone and think they are "safe" to be with, things happen. I learned quickly not to put myself in situations where there is  potential for rape to be committed. Having a life long partner or husband also goes a long ways in reduction and prevention of rape, unless a woman has unfortunately chosen a partner who is already a sicko in sexual deviance and perversions. For those, I don't know what to say. That is a different animal.