I used to go to the same bar with my friends for years.
One of the nights it was really busy. We were all dancing and having a good time. After a while I started to feel off. The world didn’t look right. I was starting to get nauseous. When I was walking around it felt like walking through mist or something. My body didn’t really do what I wanted it to do.
Someone offered to take me to the bathroom to get some water. That’s where things became even more vague.
I remember going into the disabled bathroom together. I remember hearing banging on the door. I remember waking up in my friends bed.
She told me that after I was gone for a while, they all started looking for me. They looked in all the rooms, and the area outside. Outside someone mentioned to her that they saw me walking to the bathroom area over an hour ago. They had checked the womens bathroom, but not the disabled bathroom. She started banging on the door. Someone else went to get a person from the bar. They opened the door and found me alone on the floor of the bathroom. The man from the bar said I must have passed out.
I told her someone was with me in the bathroom. She asked if I remembered who. I don’t remember. I have no idea. I know it’s a man who is taller than me and has brown hair.
We went to the hospital together. They did a test, but only found a trace amount of alcohol that was left in my system. The nurse told me they could do a rape kit. But that it would be really invasive and with a story of a guy with brown hair that is taller than me, it would be a really hard case and it might not be worth it. That it was completely my choice either way. I chose not to get the rape kit done.
I still have no idea who was in the bathroom with me. The bar has no cameras, my friend asked them. I never went back to that bar.
Not all men. But a man with brown hair and I still have no idea who it was.