In terms of my thoughts on it, which aren't particularly important, I'm mostly frustrated, a little guilty, and angry. Frustrated that I can't do anything, guilty that I wasn't there to prevent it or at least chase the guy afterwards, and angry that this sort of shit happens at all. I don't know what goes on in the mind of a person who does that sort of thing. How could you do that to another human being with no shame or remorse? Do you not recognize her humanity and the sanctity of her person? It's the same kind of attitude that leads to war and other such activities. The failure to acknowledge another person's needs and desires as relevant to your actions towards them.
It sickens me.
And of course it sickens me more that SHE feels guilty and ashamed about it. Women do. They're conditioned to. As if by being out in public they are making themselves targets for the sickos and perverts of the world. This wouldn't have happened if she had been in the kitchen making me a sandwich, or wearing a bhurka!
Of course it couldn't be less her fault, and it doesn't change how I see her one iota. She was victimized, like a lot of women are in large anonymous settings with tons of foot traffic. I just hope that she can get it out of her head soon and move on. I don't dismiss the powerful effect this sort of thing has, but I also don't WANT her to suffer because some criminal decided to attack her. It's difficult being the boyfriend in these situations because there's nothing you can do except listen and advise. I wasn't there to help her, and I can't carry the burden for her. So all I can do is try to be supportive and never ever wear a puma shirt.