I'm a friendly, cuddly girl. Some call me a flirt, but I'm really just a very sociable person; people oftentimes mistake my warmth for something more.
The first time was Freshman year. It was 1am on a weeknight, and I was doing my homework in South on one of those small tables in the hallway. An acquaintance sat down next to me, and we talked a little until, completely unsolicited, he starting massaging my shoulders. I moved to the other side of the table. He followed me there and continued the massage. I then told him I was going back to my room, and he stood up, seeming to expect a goodnight hug, so I went in for the hug - and then he kissed me. I pushed him away and fled to my room, but before the door closed, I saw him walking away, beaming and snapping his fingers. It was only a kiss, but I didn't want it to happen. It was gross and saliva-ey. Later I found out he'd also sexually harassed my friend by asking to blow him.
The second time was worse. It was the summer after Freshman year. I was subletting an off-campus room, and two friends who lived not too far from Tufts decided to visit me. We hung out during the day, and then they drank with another friend that evening. It was late, so I told them they could stay with me. We headed to bed, and I mentioned to one of them I liked cuddling, so he said we should do so. We spooned. I thought it was totally platonic. The other guy got up and left - I think he was feeling sick from the alcohol. Then the groping started. It began with a light touch to my boobs that seemed almost accidental. But it happened twice, thrice, and then his hands ran down towards my ass. I wanted to say something, but for some reason I just couldn't. I rolled over and pretended to groan in my sleep. The ass-grabbing continued. I rolled over again, and tossed around. It still didn't stop. Eventually I got up and left the room to be with my other friend. We got an early breakfast and then I went to work, and I didn't see the groper until school restarted.
I haven't confronted him, nor have I told anyone his identity. The second person I told this story to implied I was to blame. The groper in my friend group, so I see him quite often. Thing is, he's a "nice guy". He seems innocent and sweet in that endearing, nerdy, slightly socially-awkward way. Others in our friend group often go on about how great he is. We're on friendly terms - I don't know how else to treat him. I don't even know if I dislike him anymore, but I hate how he abused my trust. I always think the best of people until they prove my wrong, and that night, I lost a little faith in humanity.