Walking home one night after a party, I ran into one of my neighbors hanging out on his porch. We had never actually spoken, but I was drunk and he gave me a cigarette, so we hung out. In my drunken stupor, he leaned in to kiss me and I let it happen since he was nice. When he pulled me into his room, I kept justifying it and then by the time my shirt was off, I started planning my escape. I tried to come up with any excuse to get back to my own bed, but he kept coming at me. Eventually, my pants were off, so I knew I had to act quick. I told him I had to pee really fast and he pointed to the bathroom. I looked for a window or something to climb out of, but when there wasn’t, I did the next best thing. I started making gagging and coughing noises to make it sound like I was puking. I didn’t think he heard me at first, so I did it even louder and put in some additional sound effects by pouring shampoo into the toilet. He knocked on the door to see if I was okay; I just kept making horrible vomiting noises. I came out 20 minutes later after I made myself look like more of a mess than I already was and told him I needed to get home because when I drink, I’m notorious for puking in bed. This time he didn’t try to stop me.