I remember this..
I remember when I was 20 or 21 bringing a guy home with me from a gay bar who was cute but very wasted. When we got to my bedroom he laid face down on my bed & passed out cold. I know I could have taken advantage of him in that state, like I was when I was messed up, but I just couldn't do that to someone. I curled up next to him & fell asleep & in the morning I called a taxi for him & paid for his ride home. He was looking at me kind of puzzled. Probably he didn't remember coming home with me or how he got there or what happened. At least I know I did the right thing.I wish all others did.