I had known K all throughout high school. We were friendly classmates and would occasionally go out together to parties, as friends. I graduated and went to another city for college, and while I was fairly sure I was gay I still had never experimented with a girl and was slightly curious as to whether or not I could be bisexual. I had heard that K was on somewhat of a slut rampage, seducing guys by showing up to their houses with a packed bowl and a condom. I did not think this extended to me because we had always been friends and I felt pretty comfortable around her.
New Years Eve she called me up and asked if I wanted to hang out and get f-ed up with her. I did not consider this a date but it was New Years and I was feeling like we could definitely take over the night. Soon, however, the night took over us. We bought two 2-liter bottles of wine and before I knew it K pulled out two Ambien XR from her purse and handed me one. I laughed and said “F it” and accepted the haze that would soon come over us. Here’s what I remember after that:
1) The Ambien took a while to set in, but once it did we realized we didn’t have corkscrews to open the wine. We suddenly found ourselves at an adult dinner party where we knew no one, mingling and making our way to the kitchen for a corkscrew.
2) Cut to an elementary school playground, both bottles of wine half drunk, singing at the top of our lungs and estimating the time to be around 11:00.
3) It’s nearly 12:30, with no memory that it is even January 1st, we are making out under the slide, both bottles of wine completely drunk and for some reason buried in the sandbox about a foot deep.
Suddenly K began screaming, literally screaming at the top of her lungs for help. I asked her “What’s wrong?” and she couldn’t answer me but only kept screaming. I tried to help her up as she was sprawled out in the sandbox, but the drugs’ effect on me could not allow me to support both hers and my weight, so each time I got her up we would both topple over. A neighbor to the playground yelled to us that if K doesn’t stop screaming she will call the police. K screamed louder. Pretty soon the police showed up and I realized that no matter what light you shine on this, it would look like an attempted rape.
Just as the police are questioning me and a sobbing K, K’s mom showed up out of nowhere. She dismissed the police and said to K “You’re doing this again, K? This is the second time this week!” She then drove us both home where we slept in the same room (against my will) and her dad drove me home the next morning on one of the most awkward car rides of my life.
K remembers nothing of the event, has stopped taking Ambien, and we are still friends to this day. I came out as a gay man VERY shortly after this incident.