There's no chance of this getting seen, but whatever. I went on a first date with a guy I met through a mutual friend that was just ridiculous fun - we lived in a town with a lot of summer tourism and he suggested we do all the tourist stuff locals normally ignored: minigolf, parasailing, waterskiing, fishing while drinking beers etc. we were out all day, and it was honestly the best, best time I'd ever had on a date. We split all the costs, except for the use of the fishing boat which was my uncles, so I covered beer, money to pay gg uncle back for fuel, etc. He didn't invite me back to his place at the end (and I totally would have gone) and so we just kissed, expressed that we'd both had an amazing time, and my lovely roommate/dd drove me home.

We texted back and forth for the following week, and made plans for another date that weekend; embracing the beautiful summer, we were going to go to the drive in theater and watch an X-men double feature. He picked me up at my apartment (We lived in a city about 40 mins from the touristy stuff) in his Jeep Wrangler, which didn't have the doors on, since summer. We were just on the highway when he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head violently down to his crotch - he must have whipped his dick out when I was looking the other way in the exit ramp.

So, you know, I was a little (/s) indignant - I try to pull my head up, and he's really got my hair and he won't let me move, and it's so loud because, wrangler, no doors, highway, but I can hear him yelling over and over again that I was a slut and I owed him - while he's grinding my face against his disgusting dick. And like, again, no doors, so anyone driving near us can see this happening, and I'm sure they were all like hurhurhur lucky guy getting road head. At least he couldn't force it in my mouth while holding my head down and driving at the same time. I considered biting him very seriously , but I kept thinking if I did that and he swerved, it would be over for me, and I'd be the cautionary tale of why you never give road head.

Maybe two minutes later, he gave up, and he let my hair go. And he just looked at me with this dopey grin, like it had all been a hilarious joke. When he saw how upset I was, he started acting really upset too, like he'd had no idea I'd take it so bad, and he thought I was into kinky noncon stuff (I'm not, and I've never indicated I am afaik). At this point, we were pretty neat the drivein, and off the highway again. When he realized I was serious when I kept saying to let me out of the car, he eventually just pulled over at a Stewart's and said, "fine, get out, you stuck up bitch." Then he just took off again, leaving me at this convenience store with no way to leave. At least I had my purse and phone, so I was able to get a ride home from a friend. I'll never be able to make sense of that shit. I still tense up when I'm in a car with anyone I don't know that well. I've never seen that jackass again. I told my mutual friend what happened, and he sounded very shocked and upset, but he still plays poker with the creep every week. Tl;dr - consent is necessary for ALL sexual activities.