We've all been warned about meeting strangers at the bar - especially when it comes to accepting a drink from them. In this teenager's case, the warnings were true. But he never expected this to happen next.
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn't a creeper, and he definitely wasn't unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange.
I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, "Oh god, he's drugged me, I'm going to die" came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn't help that I had really large `goth' platform shoes because I was going through a phase.