The Girl Who Cried Rape

 There once was a girl, who dated many boys, as she was popular and attractive to an abundance of them. Eventually, the girl began to contemplate whether the boys were dating her for who she was as a person, or whether they had alternative motives. Candidly, she sighed to herself, “Perhaps they were only seeing me for my aesthetic beauty.” In her disdain and distress, she decided in a frantic panicked moment of drunken confusion to report these boys to the police. “I was RAPED, I have been sexually assaulted!” The police took these allegations very seriously. They arrived at her home very shortly after the telephone call. She had had all the confidentiality of the partners she had shared her intimacy with, therefore she had hoped the feelings were mutual regarding the consensuality, however she couldn’t ignore the instinct that she had probably and most likely been taken for a fool. It had been reiterated to her that she had been taken advantage of, and that was not normal or true love. It was also disclosed in a meeting with a counsellor that being intoxicated did not give these boys justification for their actions against her.

As she began to ruminate about the history of events, she considered the fact that all her romantic encounters may have been a product of conditional love and affection. That there was no genuine grounds for their provocations and illegitimate pursuance. She did not have any intentions to get the boys in trouble, nor did she want to put a name to shame, although she was in a vulnerable position and she didn’t wish to see the situation become any more distressing, as a result of being the real victim.