When a friend told me that the door to my room was locked, I was somewhat pissed off. When I opened my door (because that lock isn't worth shit) and saw you getting ready to fuck that girl, I was very pissed off. When you tried to give me $10 for my troubles, I was extremely pissed offâbut even then I was ready to forgive. Even though I've only lived in town a few months and haven't even used my bed for that yet myself, I understand that sometimes people need to get freaky. But when your "partner" stumbled out of my room, falling down three times before she could even get to the stairs, you lost any sympathy from me, because I knew then what you were: a rapist.
Someone who is too drunk to stand is too drunk to give consent. I hope you realize that now, after I introduced you to everyone between my room and the door as the guy who was about to rape that girl. Be glad that's all I did, because Lord knows I and several of my friends wanted to beat the ever-living shit out of you. "It's Valentine's Day" is not an excuse. You're a piece of shit, and I can't even sleep tonight on the same covers that you nearly desecrated. I hope you can't sleep either and you stay up thinking about what I saved you both fromâit is literally the fucking least you could do. 
