When white knighting fails.

A guy at college called her at 8am asking her to come over. When she got there she realised he was still drunk having pulled an all-nighter and she was a last resort booty call. He was visibly wasted and kept falling asleep during the encounter. He was very much mentally incapacitated so he was incapable of giving consent. That makes her a rapist.

Here's her description of it

Finally, the door opens. It’s Matt, but not really. He’s there, but not really. His face is kind of distorted, and his eyes seem like he can’t focus on me. He’s actually trying to see me from the side, like a shark. “Hey!” he yells, too loud, and gives me a hug, too hard. He’s fucking wasted. I’m not the first person he thought of that morning. I’m the last person he called that night. I wonder, how many girls didn’t answer before he got to fat freshman me? Am I in his phone as Schumer? Probably. But I was here, and I wanted to be held and touched and felt desired, despite everything. I wanted to be with him. I imagined us on campus together, holding hands, proving, “Look! I am lovable! And this cool older guy likes me!” I can’t be the troll doll I’m afraid I’ve become.

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