I was in my Houston Hall dorm room, the day of matriculation, unpacking. We met over the Facebook group for incoming students. His parents were archaeologists and he spoke Italian as well as he spoke English. I was excited about breaking out of my high school bubble, where there were NO attractive men. He and I had instant messaged a ton, things had gotten hot a couple times; we even groped each other a bit at matriculation. Well, he groped me, but I didn't stop him, because at the time I liked it. So I'm unpacking, and he shows up in my doorway. We start kissing. His hands smell like vagina. Every girl knows that smell. I'm turned off; what was he doing right before he came here?! He pushes me onto my bed and tries to finger me. I didn't want him to. I said no. I get a phone call that someone from my church that I was really close to had died. I'm crying. He keeps fingering me. I try to push his hand away but I'm not strong enough. I texted my friends, phone behind his back as he's on top of me, "help. he's on top of me. I can't get him to leave". There's a knock on the door, I'm able to get up, answer it. Some girl recruiting for JV soccer. Can she see the tears in my eyes? He left. I don't even remember his last name; I have a vague recollection of his first name. My friends and I called him "Creeper" from that point on. The worst part is, he still would text me and try to hang out. He's such a creep.