Well, I didn’t “hang out” in the way you’re suggesting. I quickly, quickly learned, at about 13, not to find my self alone, away from others, with a male “friend,” unless he was actively my boyfriend, which that didn’t happen until 15. It took a few go arounds before I finally understood that I was not safe with any male alone.
I’ll just do a “for example” run down. I’ll do them in chronological order and only pull out the harshest, scariest ones out of 10’s upon 10’s:
1) Next door neighbor. I grew up with him. I was in 4th grade, he was in 5th when moved into the neighborhood. It was a rather secluded neighborhood, partly country (we lived on a dirt road cul de sace) and part upper class development.
We were in and out of each other’s house all the time growing up. I felt like he was a brother. I never had any “boyfriend” thoughts about him. Then, one day, when I was 13 and he was 15, he suddenly backed me into a corner and tried to kiss me. I ran out of the house. That was the end of our relationship as we knew it.
I guess I had changed. I wasn’t a little girl any more. But I still felt like a little girl, and the way the males began treating me scared me and hurt. I cried. I couldn’t understand their behavior. From that point on, for reasons I didn’t quite understand, I had to learn to deal with, deflect, and try to avoid the almost constant cat calls and comments and groping.
2) A couple of years later ,when I was 15, I babysat several times for friends of my parents who loved just up the road. The last time the parents came home. The father had been drinking (no, not a flag to me at 15) and for some reason, the father wanted to drive me home. We lived less than a block apart. I didn’t understand why, since I’d always walked before, but he was authority so I said, a little confused, “Ok…” Well, as I said it was a dirt road. Just past their house was a curve which began on our cul de sac, that blocked all the other houses in sight. He suddenly stopped right there and started grabbing me. I jumped out of the car and ran home.
I almost had it figured out at that point….but not quite. I still had some surprises in store. Fast forward through the next 15 years (flashing past multiple gropes, rape deflections, comments, vulgar suggestions, my boyfriend’s roommate suddenly jumping on me and bending me over a counter, dry humping me when my BF stepped out…..)
3) After I was separated from my husband I was visiting my BIL and sister, with the intention of staying the night. It was late, about 1:00 a.m. My sister went upstairs to nurse their newborn baby, and the next thing I knew my BIL was all over me. He exposed himself and tried to force me to put my hand on his penis. I managed to fight him off and get to the room I was going to stay in and lock the door. He couldn’t do much after that without alerting my sister.
The next morning he found the opportunity to tell me that if I told my sister he’d kill me. He didn’t have to go there. I wouldn’t have told her anyway. I figured that I wouldn’t be the last, she’d figure it out for herself.
4) Around that same time my best friend and her husband came to hang out with me. I don’t remember what we needed to get that took two people, but she told me and her husband to run to the store for….something. She would stay with the kids. I’m like, “OK.” I had absolutely NO attraction to this guy, whatsoever. None. We’re driving along, suddenly he pulls into a dark parking lot and grabbed me. I fought and jumped out of the car. So, it was a stand off. He couldn’t very well go back to my house with out me. He swore he wouldn’t do it again, if I swore I wouldn’t tell his wife.
So…how what exactly were you suggesting when you said, “Maybe you only hung out with guys who you, on some level (consciously or not), knew were interested in more than friendship.” Was it just another form of “You were asking for it?”