Hi Sharon,

My attorney referred your sight to me and I must say this is truly the most informative one that I have visited.

My story takes place three weeks ago when a friend of mine called me and invited me out for happy hour. I am 36 years old and a mother of four so I don't get out to often. I had a couple drinks with my friends, said my good byes and stopped off at a local dive to visit one of my friends who bartends there. I sat next to an older lady and her husband, had a couple more beers and talked about the Redskins. I ordered some food and continued having a really nice conversation. A friend of mine came in the door and we began to have a conversation.

I was completely coherent. The bartender, who I thought was my friend, kept trying to get me to come talk to these two guys at the other end of the bar. I refused. She then tried to get me to shoot darts with them saying they needed a partner. I told her hect no I had never shot darts in my life and still continuing my conversation with a friend of mine. Meanwhile, the older couple left, I gave them both a hug and thanked them for the great conversation and five minutes later my friend left. I turned around to take a sip of my beer only to find that the bartender had moved my beer, my keys and my purse to the other end of the bar between these two guys. I gave her a dirty look walked to the end of the bar and introduced myself.

I had some more sips of my beer and went to the bathroom. Upon returning I must have felt a little strange because I remember asking the bartender, who is my friend, can you give me a ride home and she said no my friends are going to take you home. I then started to argue with her and that's the last I remember. I woke up at 5:15 am with this man on top of me. I ran out the door with him running behind me saying wait I need to get my bicycle out of your car. I found my way home and still don't know how that happened.

I have since gone back to that neighborhood 4 times and cannot find where I was. I tried calling my bartender friend for a week straight but she would not return my calls. I thought to myself how could I have gotten that intoxicated that I would end up in some guy's bed. I needed answers and lots of them I went back up to this bar a week and two days later when another friend of mine was bartending to start asking questions. I told her my story and she knew exactly who I was talking about after I mentioned the word bicycle.

I said is there any way you can get this guy back up here right now, she said he comes in all the time for happy hour. I got there as soon as the bar opened at 4 pm. I had two beers and my girlfriend and I ate a calzone and anitpasta salad. I ordered my third beer and this guy walks in the door. He sees me and runs, I went after him begging him to come inside that I just wanted to know what happened to me that night. I was constantly apologizing to him for my out of line behavior, trying to reassure him that this is not something I have ever done in my life. He came inside I continued to sip on my third beer, left went to the restroom and came back.

He said he had to run down the street for a minute and would be back. I continued to sip on my beer. Within minutes the guy returns to the bar and walks over to me. A gentleman that works for my family tells me that this guy said you need to do a shot. He buys both of us a shot. I take a baby sip and well that's that. I know I was drugged because I don't remember the shot ever taking place. I apparently spit my beer in some guys face three times and he dumped his beer on my head. I had no idea any of this happened until my friends told me the next day.

I apparently walked to the bathroom and fell, taking out one of the walls in the bar. I still don't remember this. I woke up the next day with blood every where. My finger nails were even bleeding because I became aggressive ripping them off at the base of the nail. This guy tells the bartender he would take me home and she became irate and said she will go home one of two ways and that is with me or a very close friend. The owner of the bar told the bartender she had never seen me like this and I needed to be cut off.

The bartender told the owner she could not cut me off because I hadn't drank anything. Like I said, I got there at 4PM this all happened at 10PM. There is no way that in six hours, 3 beers and a sip of a shot I could have been that out of control. As time goes on I am learning more and more. I found out but don't know how true it is because the owner of the bar was not in there the first night that I was taking my cloths off and showing my private parts. I was also told that I was doing shots.

Could a date rape drug actually make you this inhibited? I have so many questions and no answers. How could I be walking, talking and carrying on conversations if I don't remember it? The truly scary thing to me is on the first night there was two guys and I don't know what happened with guy #2 or if he even slept with me. Could there have been more? Why would the bartender give some guy I don't know my keys and have him take me home? He rides a bicycle and has no drivers license.

Sharon, I also learned from the bartender that the gentleman who's face I spit my beer in 3 times does not remember any of this happening and was later found passed out in his car in the parking lot. Is their a way some how this drug could have got in his system from me spitting in his face? I have to thank God every day for good friends on the second night because if they did not get me home safely I probably would have been raped twice.

Since this has happened I have lost weight, had diarrhea and my vision has been cloudy. Is this any kind of side effect to anything? I also found out that a really good friend of my mother-in-laws who owns a bar here in town used to rent a room to this guy and told us that he would bring all kind of women home who were totally messed up and when he would have sex with them they would urinate all over the couch. As gross as that sounds is this any kind of side effect to a date rape drug?

I have always tried to teach my children to be cautious in life but some how failed with my own. I went to the police only to be turned away and told maybe I should not have been at that bar. This incident has affected my life and my family's life terribly. How do you find justice for this? I will never let this go because if I do then this guy and more like him will continue to hurt innocent people. How many young girls wake up from this drug only to know something bad happened, thinking it was their fault, by the time you have it figured out its way to late.

Lisa/Maryland