Drugged and Used
One of the last things I remember is the bartender sitting a drink in front of me and saying, "The gentleman standing in the white shirt sends this to you with his compliments." I looked in the direction he was pointing out and made eye contact with the man and smiled my thanks. He appeared to be in his erly 40's, dark hair and he wasn't bad looking. I am 28, considered to be attractive and I'm single by choice. After a few minutes, the stranger walked the length of the bar to where I was sitting and asked if I'd like to join him at a table. He introduced himself as "Jeremy". He reached out and picked up the drinks in front of me, the one I'd already had and the one the bartender had brought, and I followed him to a corner table where we sat and chatted. I'm not sure how long we sat. I finished both drinks and one more, but I started to feel queezy and light-headed. I think he offered to drive me home, but I can't remember what happened next. I woke up at 11:00 the next morning, naked, lying in a motel room bed, my clothes in a heap on the floor, sick to my stomach, dizzy and very confused. Three used condoms were lying on the night stand and the slow realization of what had happened began to sink in and I vomited all over the bed. I took a shower, dressed, looked out the window to see if I recognized anything and discovered the motel was directly across the street from the bar. My car was still parked where I'd left it the night before. Still feeling somewhat ill, I left the motel, crossed the street to my car and drove home. It was Sunday morning and I've told no one. I feel ashamed and I don't know what to do or where to turn.