My college orientation sessions in the late ’90’s included tips like carrying a rape whistle, but none of the recommended safety measures prepared me for the surprise, fear, and awkwardness of having a guy I had studied with only once show up at my dorm room and simply refuse to leave. He was not a creepy jump-from-the-bushes kind of guy. He was a totally datable, good looking, future doctor – and I liked him. Newer assault-prevention…
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