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Well I guess this qualifies...
Met up with a guy from an online dating site. I knew he was tall and he was a big guy (which I've always been attracted to,) but had no clue exactly how big until we met face to face. He was about 6'8", 450-500lbs. Gigantic. Fat muscle, if that makes sense. Anyways, we had a nice time over some drinks. Next thing I know, I wake up in his bed wearing only a bra that was half way falling off. I look next to me and it looked like there was some astronaut in bed. Because he's so large, he has sleep apnea and sleeps with one of those masks. It was loud.
So he happened to wake up while I was stirring around trying to find my clothes. I was really uncomfortable and especially concerned as I've never had so much to drink that I blacked out like I did. He drove me to my car. I said 'thanks,' and just went home. He called later that day to make sure I got home ok. We started talking about the night before. I told him I didn't remember much. Started to tell me how wild I was and how I took control and did all this...erm...'forward' shit and all. Folks, this is not how I am lol. I'm submissive! I told him, 'What, did you drug me? lol' He says, 'Dammit, I'm always accused of that. I swear I didn't do shit.' That freaked me out, as he really got upset over it.
So to sum it up, I do believe he dosed me with a roofie cocktail. Like I said, I don't remember anything about getting to his house or doing anything in the house except for searching for clothes in the morning. I even held my pee in so I could hurry up and get back to my car lol. But there's no way I could have been so hammered after 4 vodka / tonics. I never called him again.
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