We were set up by friends. He showed up at my house, unshaven, wearing a dirty T-shirt and jeans. We went back to his house where I thought he would shower, shave, etc. Nope. He had some beer. We went bowling and had dinner, and had a good time. I chalked up the beginning to nerves. After dinner, we went back to his house for game of “He Attempts To Grope Me While I Squirm Away.” I finally made him take me home.

—Grace

Aftermath: We never went out again, and I found out a few months later that he was going around town telling people that we’d had sex that night. Pig.

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