Journalist Sarah Maslin Nir: ‘The Horses Saved Me’
he bouncer at the East Hampton, N.Y., bar, Sarah Maslin Nir remembers, looked “like a 6-ft.-5 Ken doll.” It was the summer of 2001, and Nir—just 18 and sexually inexperienced (“I’d had, like, one 16-year-old boyfriend”)—was living at her family’s weekend home and working at an ice cream shop and horse stables before beginning studies at George Washington University. The night the cute bouncer, who was 31, bought her a drink, she accepted his offer of a ride home; the next thing she knew she was waking up at the beach, her underwear around her ankles and the bouncer on top of her. “I started to knee him and kick him,” she says. “I said, ‘Stop.’” He
