In My Drunken Stupor, This Stranger Led Me To His Hotel Room And Tried To Feed Me Oranges

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So to start off with how ridiculous this is, I got drunk and got in a stupid fight with my best friend.

It all started with the fact that my best friend was an alcoholic. Every time we went out it was all about drinking as much makers mark as possible… I came to san francisco to visit her while I was living in LA.

About 10 shots of makers mark later…I was sloshed.

I dot remember all of this….due to the absurd amounts of whiskey. I just remember hating her, but here is where it gets crazy…after an all-out fucking I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING CUM STAIN fight, I left…walking down Geary in SF alone at 2 am.

Realizing that I had nowhere to go, I seemed very lost.

Until a guy came to me…telling me he owned a hotel with a spare room in which I could stay in for the evening.

Drunk me thought it was nothing…I mean it seemed totally plausible that a guy who owned a hotel would let me crash in a spare room for the “night”. I mean it was 2 am, so I guessed he was just being nice. However…this slightly chubby man led me into a room, which was his.

I had no fucking clue what was going on: I was D R U N K.

All I could do was get into bed and try and sleep off the shame.

But then, in the middle of the night, he stroked my face…and woke me up. I didn’t know what to do but pretend to be asleep. He tried to feed me oranges…he tried to comfort me. As soon as he left the room to pee, I tried to run. I got to the lobby and found him managing the front desk.

When I asked to leave, he would not let me.

Now I am half sober with no idea what to do. I went back to the room, as nonchalantly as I could. I searched the room for weapons…. soon all I found was a swiss army knife and a bag of peanuts.

I heard the door open and I jumped back into bed, hoping he wouldn’t get mad for snooping. He thought I was asleep. He kissed me on the cheek, caressed my body, and left for the front desk.

Luckily for me, I was able to screw the bars off of the window to the fire escape of the building. And for fear of being seen, I took the fire escape up, and went to the next building. I took their escape down and called a cab.

To this day I have never called the cops, I have never been able to do anything about this because this mans face still haunts me in my sleep.