I had an infatuation for this guy I used to work with two years ago. I was drawn to his kindness, humor, wit, and intelligence. Like, I really thought he was the one. He'd had the nerve to invite me to his friends' party. I agreed to go with him. I feel like an idiot because I thought that was his way of asking me out on a date, but after all it was a party, so of course it was just a friendly request, right? I went to the house party a day later and asked one of the guests where he was at. They told me they didn't know, so I went to go find him myself. He saw me and we just chatted and laughed a little. He was so nice and I wanted nothing but to love him, but not in sexual way. He wanted to show me something, so I followed him into a room and he shut the door. I didn't think anything of it because music was playing, assuming he wanted to dance or something, but he didn't. He just resorted to compliments, calling me beautiful and such. I was flattered. He started kissing me (which I consented to), which turned into him groping me and that turned me off, so I kept trying to push him away and yelling "stop!" He wouldn't let me go and pushed me on the bed and forced himself inside me. As he was raping me, I was lying down, reached for air freshener that was sitting on the dresser on my left, and hit him in the head with it for him to remove himself off of me. The rape lasted for five minutes or less.