I don’t know if it is my fault.
I was drunk at a party.
I do not remember talking to you.
I do not remember anything that happened that night.
I remember two seconds of our walk to your house.
I walked the chilly night with just my t-shirt.
I let myself.
I woke up and I did not even know your name.
I asked you and you replied with equal cluelessness.
I woke up and realized that we had unprotected sex.
I think it is my fault.
Author: Anonymous Middlebury College Student