Rape Culture, as demonstrated by Donald Trump

I was 22 years old. I was single. I worked at a bar & grill and we spent most nights hanging out and drinking a few beers after work or going to the bowling alley. 

On one such night at the lanes, I found myself the object of the attention of a cute boy. It was supposed to be innocent. Fresh off a relationship, he was just your regular rebound. There wasn't anything special about him except that he was freakishly tall and thick. I'd never dated anyone really tall before.