But this year Cinco de Mayo has significance to me. One year ago I decided to go with a friend to her boyfriend's house for a little Cinco de Mayo celebration. Now I didn't particularly like this boyfriend. I had gone to grade school with him and he would make my life hell. I remember being depressed almost to the point of wanting to kill myself (he told me later that it was because he had a crush on me). Even though we moved on to different high schools, his school was the brother school to mine and we still had friends in common and he dated another close friend, so I couldn't be rid of him. We somewhat became friends and so my hostility lessened towards him. And I'll admit that once upon a drunken night I had a threesome with him and a mistaken love of my life.
So there were 5 of us skinny dipping and drinking tequila by the guy's pool. I was feel a little unsettled by the tequila and really uncomfortable with how he was coming on to me way too strong, especially when my best friend/ his girlfriend was near by. At the end of the night He was drinking my friend and another girl I had gone to high school with home. While campus was a bit aways from his parents house, I begged because I wasn't feeling comfortable with staying at the house. He said yes but after he dropped the girls off, he said that he was really too drunk to drive and couldn't take me home till the morning. I gave up and said fine.
We come back to his and he keeps saying that I should sleep in his bed and he'll sleep on the couch. Of curse I don't don't trust this at all. I'm not going to throw myself into the lion's den. He was so persistent. But I made my stand to stay on the couch and curled up into a ball where he the proceeded crawl on top of me to try to "seduce" me into having sex with him. I was able to convince him to go out and clean the pool because all of our empty alcohol cups etc were still there out. The second he went out side I bolted for the front door.
I had never been so frightened in my life. I had no way to get anywhere but my own 2 feet. so I walked. I walked the 6 miles at 3am in the morning from his house to Olney Bus Terminal. I would duck into bushes every time I heard a car because I thought he was coming after me. I called a friend that lived in my dorm and talked to her the entire way. This is where I developed my hatred for birds because the entire way there were birds chirping so loud my friend could hear them.
I made it safely to Olney and took the night owl bus in to Center City. What makes it bad is that my mom's house was 4 blocks from Olney But refused to go home and explain why I was coming in so early while I was still in school. So I went down town and the took the El to campus and slept most of the day away missing my morning classes.
I have never had something like that happen to me before. Sure, I've had people try and get on me but nothing like that. It shaped me as a person but I try to not let it rule me. But that will make me never forget Cinco de Mayo.