The guys had decided to hit the club, and the general rule was you come along with a girl. I didn’t need to be told twice, I had the perfect date, albeit impromptu, I rushed to go convince Naana. I had recently met her in my hall of residence, a cute first year student and had only know her for a few weeks. The obvious crush I had on her made her a constant topic anytime the guys wanted to make me squirm in discomfort. It took a little convincing that it was going to be fun. ‘But I have nothing to wear‘ she tried to protest, and I joked that she could go out in a sack and still look good.
I waited as she did her makeup, as if she wasn’t pretty enough already! We got to the club, ordered a few drinks and hit the dance floor. Unknown to me, she was a lightweight and the vodka and tequila shots quickly brought out a side I thought I would never get to see. Her wild twists and turns on the dance floor had me holding on for dear life. This was the beginning of a night I was tested in morals. My friend Ross quickly became our mixologist and hit us with drink after drink. A few dance steps later, I had to move away to try to get Naana sobered up. So here I was. With a girl I’d describe as perfect in every sense of the word, a little drunk and pretty wild. Ross quickly pulled me aside and told me, dude, she drunk. You better get some tonight. This is a girl you like, and she is drunk, seize this opportunity.
I quickly nodded in consent and went to talk to Naana who was completely oblivious to what was happening around her. She dozed off in the car, her head on my shoulders and as angelic as ever. We got back to campus and quickly split up. Ross and his girlfriend went one way and Naana and I went another way, Naana with nothing but sleep on her mind and me with a piece of advice I had received. I led her to her room, I had her key and opened it up. Her roommate was gone for the weekend and she had the room all to herself. I asked if she was okay, and pleaded that she lock the door behind her. As tempting as the situation was, I had to make what I considered the right choice. A few hours later she sent me a text that she had a hangover.
Now this isn’t a self-righteous post or a narrative on how a night at the club went, this series of events left me with a few questions I hope the TNC family can help me answer. What if I had taken the advice Ross gave me? It seemed like a legitimate arrangement. Take a girl to the club get her drunk and have your way with her. Is a drunk person rational enough to make a decision on whether or not to have sex and with whom? What if she had woken up with a defiled body instead of just a hangover? What makes it seem like a normal and acceptable thing to do? I know I wasn’t the only one heading back with a drunk date, how many of the guys will be in a position to make the “right choice” whatever it might be. Is it rape or consensual sex if I wasn’t drunk and she was? Is it acceptable to get a lady drunk with the sole intention of having sex? There are a whole lot of “ifs” that I could just continue writing but I rest my case. The real MVPs are those men and women out there placed in situations where they could take advantage of the opposite sex but decide not to.
Of course I get laughed at by Ross occasionally, but at least a clear conscience is priceless.
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