He raped me.

No, that can’t be. I can convince myself that’s not what happened. I wanted to hook up. He turned me down because I was drunk and he’s a good guy. He’s a good guy. He was friends with my brothers and everyone loves him. He is a nice guy. He told me to sleep in his bed and he would sleep on the couch. That’s a gentlemen’s move.

I went to bed and awoke to his fingers inside me. I was drunk so I must have blacked out and told him to come into bed. He’s a nice guy. He wouldn’t do something like that. I must have done something. I must be missing a key factor, after all, he’s a gentleman. And isn’t this what I wanted? I was flirting with him all night. I was practically begging for this. So I kissed him back because

He’s a nice guy.