So my brother told me a story a couple days ago, and I was almost certain he was shitting me. But the more I think about it, the more disturbing it gets.
The story goes like this. When he was in college, one of his RA's was a really cool dude. The RA was old enough to drink, and frequently went out with friends, always stumbling back to his dorm and passing out on his futon.
One day, the RA got fucked up. Like, blackout "what did I do last night" drunk. He decided enough was enough around midnight, stumbled into his residence hall's elevator. He happened to run into an old friend of his, who happened to be a rather attractive woman.
This is where shit gets scary.
So she greets him like she would anyone else: A light touch on the shoulder and some friendly greetings. Well, apparently his mind was in total sloth mode because his first thought was "oh my god this hot girl wants to be more than friends she wants me so bad."
So, he started molesting her and trying to make out with her in the elevator.
Luckily, the elevator stopped before things got too serious. However, charges were filed, and he was kicked out of the college, thereafter the only job he could get was working as a grocery store cashier, because nobody else hires registered sex offenders.
I'm just terrified by the thought that what might exist as the briefest of thoughts while i'm sober could turn into a full out sexual assault charge. That I could wake up in a jail cell, the only thing left in my mind being vague memories and a police officer telling me that I just tried to rape one of my friends.
I guess the moral of the story is don't get shit-faced around attractive people.