When Alcohol Blurs the Lines: Why Drunken Sex Is Never Truly Consensual

The Night I Lost More Than Just My Memory

The night started like any other — laughter, music, the familiar buzz of alcohol warming my veins. My best friend and I had promised ourselves a carefree night, an escape from the stress of work and life.

I didn’t think twice when the bartender poured another drink. I didn’t notice when my steps became unsteady or when my words slurred slightly. And I definitely didn’t realize that someone had been watching me, waiting for the perfect moment.

I wasn’t blackout drunk. I remember pieces of the night. I remember dancing, the feeling of strong hands on my waist, the sound of his voice in my ear. I remember his face — vague but familiar, like someone I had met in passing.

What I don’t remember is how I ended up in his bed.

I don’t remember agreeing to go home with him.
I don’t remember how my dress ended up on the floor.
I don’t remember saying yes.

And that’s exactly the problem.

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