Getting back to the topic...I was discussing this with a couple of friends last night and they provided me with some interesting insight. The time I'd most likely be raped: finals week. Some girl will ask me to come over to see my notes. Once I'm there, they'll pin me to the bed and...well, let's just say "Love is not about the melody of violins, it's about the sound of bedsprings squeaking."
I thought about what they said and I realized something: they were right. In the past year, I've nearly been raped four times without having previously realized it.
The first of these situations occurred last spring. Midnight phone call. I'd never gotten one of those. I was tired. I went back to sleep. Two similar situations happened in the fall. Then there was another girl in the spring who had the opportunity to pin me to the bed, but ultimately she was too drunk.
