Harry's is a very dark bar.
On Friday night, it was dark, warm, and crowded.
I came there with some friends of mine, and when they wanted to go home, I drove them home. On my way out I saw Matt.
I came back to dark, warm, crowded Harry's to sit with Matt for a few.
His friend bought me a drink and told me how wonderful it was to see me again.
I sat with them for 45 minutes or so.
Matt said, "I think it's time for me to get going."
I told him I wanted to do the same.
Even though I hadn't finished my drink, I wanted to talk to him one on one.
I stood up.
I started walking, when I looked behind me, I noticed he was saying goodbye to some other friends that he didn't realize were there.
I didn't stop, I suddenly felt really hot and light headed.
I thought, I'll wait for him right outside of Harry's.
I turned, caught his eye, winked and pointed towards the door.
He held up his finger to say "wait a minute" but I was too strong-headed of a girl and left anyways.
Outside, the air felt cool on my neck and face.
I told myself I would wait leaned up against the wall.
That was the last thought I had until I suddenly realized I was looking at a shoe.
As my vision slowly panned out I realized it was two shoes, then four shoes...
At that point my hearing started coming back, loud and screeching at first, then I realized people were talking... "Get up sweety, I'll call you a cab."
As I was trying to process why someone wanted to call me a cab, I realized I was being pulled up, which could only mean that I was on the ground.
Panic set in.
Matt wasn't outside yet, and I was alone with two men who I didn't know.

And I was fairly sure I had been drugged.

One of them told me he'd walk me home.
The other disappeared.
"No, that's ok, I'm alright, please, thank you."
It was all I could muster out.
I was feeling very weird, not drunk, just beyond control of myself.
I suddenly realized I was walking across the street.
"I live over the coffee shop," I said.
"I'll walk you to the door," he said.
At this point I realized that the ringing I was hearing was no longer a part of my ears, but my phone.
I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at it.
3 missed calls from Matt.
It was while I was looking at it, it rang again.
I answered.
"WHERE the HELL ARE YOU?" he yelled.
I'd never heard him upset before, he's not the yelling type.
"I'm walking towards the apartment," I said.
"Ok, good," he sounded relieved.
"I'm going to walk next door and grab some cigarettes, ok?" he said.
I hung up in frustration, it had taken a lot of brain power just to formulate the sentence I had just used, and he wasn't going to come rescue me.
We arrived at the door at that moment.
Rather, the downstairs door, there were still two flights of stairs to climb.
I told the guy thanks, and walked in the first door.
I realized he followed.
"I'm fine," I said.
"Well, I'm walking you to your door," he said, "You should probably call your roommate back and let her know that you need to pass out."
He was beyond freaking me out.
I was terrified.
"I'm FINE," I said as forceful as possible, "And that was my boyfriend and his apartment I'm going too."
The man turn around and left.
I took of my heels and ran up the stairs. I fell twice but I kept going.
I got to Matt's apartment, and got the door open on the third try.
I threw my stuff down, and sank to the bathroom floor.
I didn't feel sick, but I made myself sick.
After a minute, I felt better.
I stood up, the most in-control I had felt in 15 minutes, and brushed my teeth.
I sank down to the ground again, and shook until Matt came in and found me there.
He was upset when I told him what happened.
He checked my head, and found the brusies on it, but none were serious.
He carried me to his futon, and turned on the tv.
Then he just rubbed my back until I was almost asleep.
Right before I passed out he said, "I love you."