I wasn’t so much groped, as the recipient of unwanted affection from a stranger: he kept trying to put his arm around me, side hug me, and rub my back-- but not my butt. He was making small talk, and I think working his way up to asking me out, even though I was someone he’d just walked up to out of nowhere.
I was wearing sneakers, jeans, and a hoodie with the university logo, and I was in the stacks at the university library.
I never did know how much of a perv this guy was, because I was 14 at the time, and he was at the youngest, a grad student. He was somewhere between 24 and 30-- I wasn’t very good at estimating adult ages at the time.
Anyway, I was 14, but I was 5’3, wore a 34B bra, and was wearing a university sweatshirt in a university library. I was frequently mistaken for a college freshman at that age, especially when I was on campus. If he thought I was 18, he was just kind of a jerk who wasn’t taking “No” for an answer. But if he had any inkling I was only 14…well, pretty pervy.
I walked away from him, and he tried to follow, but I ducked around the maze of book cases, and down a staircase, and then ran. I got to an area where there were lots of people as soon as I could. I was kind of freaked out. No matter what I looked like, I didn’t even have a lot of experience with boys my own age.