Originally Posted by rlynnm

I don't know if it's a similar situation, but one night about two years ago, I sent myself into a drunken stupor (thanks to this liquid happiness called 99 bananas) with a bunch of friends, one of these friends was a guy I dated for a moment. The group was one that I trusted and so over-intoxication always ended up in the more responsible person taking you home.

I'm drunk and I pass out, and the past flame was supposed to take me home. I wake up the next morning beside the dickhead with a mind splitting headache--potent fucking bananas. I jolt him awake and ask why he didn't bring me home, and he alleges he was too tired to drive me home but 'don't worry nothing happened',, I get up, peeved head to the bathroom to pee..and realize my panties are inside out. Fucking son of a bitch.

He had his way with me, I just didn't know..so I guess this is completely off topic..but while I was here, I had to let that out...

End question, does he respect me? Frankly,[my dear] I don't give a damn.