I don't know if it classifies as rape or not, but here goes. (I'm a guy) When I first got to college, this guy somehow found out my cell phone number (it was public on Facebook I later learned) and texted me one night. Once I found out who he was, I stopped replying because frankly I wasn't interested. I didn't know him, he just wasn't attractive.

I blocked his number in my phone. He then tried to add me on Facebook and some other social networking sites so I blocked him on all of those.

Fast forward a few months and I was celebrating pretty hard with some friends and got pretty drunk. I was off to the side with one friend of mine while he rest of the group was further away but within earshot.

Apparently, he approached me and said something creepy to the girl to make her go away but I just sat there. He offered to walk me back to my room since I was already so drunk. Foolishly, I said ok. That did not happen. (I didn't realize it was the same dude until after the fact.)

I don't remember what happened that night, but I remember waking up in vomit and both of our clothes in his floor. To this day, I don't know what we did that night, but it fucked me up for awhile. I couldn't even flirt with people afterwards and stopped drinking.

I went to report it but was basically told since we were both probably drunk, there's nothing they could do. That's not the end of the story though.

A month or so after that, just as I was forgetting the situation, I was out with friends one night when he approached me in the bathroom and tried talking to me. I locked myself in a bathroom stall and didn't acknowledge him.

I texted my friends who I was with and they came in to get me but he was already gone by then. So, we went somewhere else and guess who approached me in the bathroom again? That's right.

At this point, the same friends who "rescued" me were with me. One of them pulled him off to the side and tried talking to him. Telling him I wasn't interested, to leave me alone, etc. Meanwhile, the other friend and I left to go back to my dorm.

The next morning, he approached me outside my dorm to try and "talk it out". (Our school has a website where you can look up the dorm room of any student, which is probably how he figured out where I lived.) I didn't acknowledge him and ran to a friends room.

I went to one of the Deans and I guess they finally realized something was wrong because they granted me what is basically a school enforced restraining order.

Since then, I've mostly recovered, but I'm still not nearly as trusting of people.