About 3 years ago something weird happened and I still think about it from time to time. My coworkers and I (F25) used to go out together quite often. The company we were working for would give us a budget and we were free to spend it at a restaurant. We were a very small team (9 people) – we got along well and had lots of fun together.
On one of these occasions, after we finished eating at a restaurant, we decided to go to a club. It was Friday evening and everybody felt like drinking and dancing. We all were party-lovers.
So we picked a club and started drinking. Music was really good and I was enjoying the experience even though I started to feel a little drunk. At around 2am my colleagues begin heading home one by one. I remember feeling disappointed as I didn’t want the night to end yet.
My coworkers C. (M26) and P. (M26) told me they wanted to keep the party going at the club. I felt happy – they were nice people and I felt safe with them. So we danced 1 or 2 more hours and then I got home.
Next day, I woke up hungover, but happy with myself that I had a fun night. I didn’t remember much of it though.
Monday morning came and I opened my work chat. I found this message from P.:
“Hi, sorry for what happened on Friday night.”
Weird?? So I confronted him a few days after when we met f2f. He told me he touched me inappropriately and slipped his hand in my pants during our night out. I was in shock. I had a boyfriend at that time and I would have never let P do it. But I had no recollection of this event.
I went home and tried really really hard to remember what happened that night. I started to connect a few dots. Such as: after everyone left, C and P offered me drinks repeatedly (it was obvious I was getting really drunk). Or that they were very posesive somehow, following me to the toilet and not give me space. I started to remember they were dancing very very close to me…But it’s all blurry. Btw they were best friends outside work.
I haven’t told anyone about this, but I think they took advantage of me in some way that night. But I also feel really guilty that I chose to stay with them. My only excuse is that I knew them for a while and they seemed very good people. We no longer speak or work together.