Last year, I somehow became pretty close to this guy. We met because I was looking for someone to come with me to see a performance at the nearby theater. He insisted on buying my ticket, even though I made it clear many times that I wanted to pay for my own. This struck me as odd, but I decided not to worry about it. He and I would soon call each other a couple times a week on skype. I am not really a social person, so this was very odd of me. Again, however, I didn't think anything of it. I had other friends who never really thought too highly of him, but I brushed those concerns asside because he was pretty nice to me, and treated me as I thought a decent person should. Something in the skype calls began to change though. He would constantly bring the conversation back to a sexual context, and sometimes alluded to past flings, though never by name. I enjoy dirty jokes and the like, but I wasn't too comfortable with how serious he was getting with the innuendos and double entendres. I would usually end the conversation by saying something like "I have to do laundry" or "I'm going to bed." Nothing sexual ever happened face-to-face though, so I assumed it was nothing. On the day we planned to go see the production, he called me and told me he'd be picking me up a couple hours early. I had expressed interest in meeting his dog, so I assumed that was why he was picking me up so early. We went to his house, and his dog was adorable. But after playing with her for a couple minutes, he put her outside and turned the tv on. I don't remember what was on because a few minutes later, he started kissing my neck and touching my chest. I was really uncomfortable at this point, and tried to tell him that no, I didn't want to do this. He didn't stop though, just kept kissing me and touching me. I tried to tell him no a couple more times, with similar results. I don't remember much of what happened for the next hour or so, other than me wondering when he would be done and how much I didn't enjoy any of this. Eventually, he finished and I asked if I could use his shower. I just needed to get away, even for a couple minutes. Soon after, we left to go to the production, but when we got there, it was already going and the theater didn't allow late admission since it would disrupt the show. The night went on just as well as everything else had, and he finally dropped me off at home at 2 in the morning. I was supposed to be home by 10. The subway station closed at 12. After all this, I was pretty run down and confused as to what exaclt happened. On one had, I was happy to know that I was at least somewhat desirable (my self-confidence has always been very low), but on the other hand I didn't want anything sexual or romantic to happen in the first place. He had me again, a couple days later. I felt the need to talk to someone able it, so when sexual experience came up between myself and a coworker, I spilled almost everything. Instead of saying that he had forced himself on me, I just said that I didn't like the experience. Well, word got back to this guy, and he went off on me and made my life a living hell anytime I came near him, whether voluntary or involuntary.

So my question is, am I just being overdramatic and blowing things out of proportion, or could it be said that I was being forced?