deepbluesea, your story reminded me of the story about Kitty Genovese. Ms. Genovese lived in New York in the 1970’s (I believe). She was raped and murdered right outside her building one night, over the course of 1/2 hr or so. It was a hot, humid night, and every apartment window was open. Not a single person went to her aid, even though she was screaming at the top of her lungs. I don’t think the cops were even called until after she was dead. Later, other tenants talked about that night, and many said they knew they should have done something, but they just didn’t. I think it was about that time that women were advised to yell “fire” instead of “rape.”
jarbabyj, that is so scary. I understand how violated you feel. The point is not the type of touch- it is the violation of your person.
For better or for worse, women seem to be much more in tune with the “icky” vibe than men. I had a professor in college who was being stalked by a female former student. Having no real experience to draw upon (and being a guy), he just assumed she would go away, even after she was stalking him on campus and following him home at night. He didn’t take action or even report it until this woman actually got into his house, and scared the shit out of his daughters. I gave him hell for it- this woman could have been there to hurt or kill his wife and daughters, perhaps seeing them as a bar to their imaginary happiness together. he wised up, but it could have been much worse.
Anyway, having been groped at concerts (apparently, any woman who has the temerity to be in the front row deserves to get groped from behind for the whole fucking show), I understand how icky you feel, but remember- you are not the icky one.