hello tumblr. i am the person who posted that yak 3 days ago after i went to a party with some friends. let me tell you what happened so you can stop spinning tales about what you believe happened, because all of you are honestly way out of the ballpark. leave it to tumblr to assume the worst and attack people for literally everything.
i had been at this place for about 2 hours or so. i usually don’t like going out, especially to parties, but my friend sam was going to be there and she told me that there was going to be some craft beer and locally-made cheese, stuff like that. she and i went to culinary school together, so we’re always talking about stuff like this. i agreed to go just for the food and shit.
anyway, sam and my other friend brian eventually had to leave because of home obligations, but i stuck around to watch a bunch of half-drunk people play sm4sh. eventually, the party began to break up and everyone was leaving. i was getting my coat from the hallway when i noticed this chick propped up against the wall in the bathroom. i went in there to check on her and she was mildly receptive to me. she mumbled a few things but i couldn’t tell what she was saying. i asked the owner of the house if he knew her, and he said no, but he said that she ‘was always welcome to sleep upstairs after everyone was gone until she woke up’ and that just didn’t sound right to me. i told him that i’d drive her home and he just sort of laughed and made mild insinuations that i’d be doing something else.
i picked up her phone to see if i could call her mom first, before i decided to drive anywhere with her. her phone, like mine, isn’t passcoded. i don’t use a passcode on my phone because i’m a lazy piece of shit. i don’t know why her’s wasn’t either. i went through her contacts looking for ‘mom’ or anything related to it, but i was unable to find her mom or any people in there with family-oriented titles. i guessed that her phone, like mine, was synced with her facebook, and all of her contacts had their facebook names instead of contact names. however, at the top, she had her own contact info, along with her address. i tried then searching for people with her last name, but pulled up nothing. i could then only assume that she didn’t have family, or that she was an only child with remarried parents. i didn’t know what to do then.
the house owner was looking a little irritated that i was still there, and again asked me if i wanted to take her upstairs, and i refused. feeling slightly worried for both her and myself, i just patted her face and asked her if i could drive her home. she just slurred and rolled her head to the side, and that was as good as i was going to get. i just wanted to get her out of there. i didn’t want to call the police and start something with the home owner; he was already getting pissy. her address was only about 20 minutes away from where i was at, so i carried her out to my car, put all my junk in the front seat and laid her in the back, putting my coat and stuff under her head in case she threw up.
and i drove to her house. she didn’t wake up while i was driving. i parked in front of her house and knocked on the front door. her mom answered it right away; i could only assume that she’d been waiting up for her daughter.
i then explained that her daughter had a little too much to drink and i’d found her passed out in the bathroom. immediately her mother put a hand to her mouth and looked incredibly worried. i told her that everything was fine, and that her daughter was in my car resting in the backseat, and that i had brought her back because i didn’t feel comfortable leaving her at the house.
it was then that her mother started crying and she hugged me. she called me a precious young lady, which i didn’t even bother correcting because it really didn’t matter at that point, and we both helped her daughter inside. her mom tried to offer me money, which i refused, because i don’t see why i needed to be rewarded or anything. i just told her to make sure that her daughter was okay, and i drove home. no more, no less.
this is exactly what happens when people on tumblr see something good that happened. you guys assume that because an implored male posted that yak, that he immediately had wrong intentions about the situation. someone had the opportunity to take advantage of a girl, but instead he takes her home like any decent human should do, and then tumblr decides to dissect the entire thing piece by piece, and call him creepy for looking through her phone to find contacts or an address.
i’m so fucking ashamed to be a part of a website that lives and breathes feminism and rights for women and speaking out against rape culture, and then you attack people that tried to get a girl home safe by looking through her phone and then driving her home because it wasn’t safe to leave her alone.
thank you, tumblr. thank you a lot
