Yesterday I experienced the most scary thing in my life ever. I went to Amsterdam with my mother to buy her a bag for her 50th birthday. We were passing a very crowded part of the city and walked to a jeweller to check out their Bvlgari stuff in the window. When we were about to walk away this guy walked up to us, almost knocking over my mother when he grabbed me in the crotch. I was shocked and hit him in the face with my Fendi spy, which obviously wasn't heavy enough since he wasn't really reacting. We ran but he came after us, pushing me to the window of the shop, rubbing against me and screaming 'I want to **** you', in English (I think he was Italian or something). My mother beat him like craze with her paddington bag, which, even with the huge padlock, wasn't heavy enough to make him go away either. Now I've had breast implants 3 weeks ago (afther having thought about it for 3 years - this was not a Pamela Anderson-type thing, I just wanted to feel like a woman after having been completely flat for 20 years). My mother of course was very afraid he'd grab me there and something would go wrong. Luckily I wasn't hurt too bad, but this guy just wouldn't back off. It looked like he was on drugs or something (which, insanely enough, is quite legal here in the Netherlands). The scariest part was that this happened in the middle of the day (about 3 pm) and there were hundreds op people on the street, passing us by, hearing me scream and just walking on! I felt so powerles. After what felt like hours, but really only lasted 10 minutes max., we got away by running into the jeweller store (after having had to knock on the door for what felt like another hour or so). They locked the door and my attacker ran off. The SAs inside gave us some water, my mother cried and I was really to upset to do anything but sit there. The SAs did not want to call the police since they thought it wouldn't help anyway, and I don't really think they understood what had happened, since a female SA asked me several times wether he wasn't after our bags because they were very expensive. I told her it was sexual and that he'd had several chances to grab our bags, but she reacted a bit weird. Finally we left and went to my father who works just around the corner. The worst part is that I'm starting work (holiday work) monday the 16th and it's like 5 minutes from that place. I'm going to be there every day for the next 2 months, but I'm scared. I've just moved out of my parents house to live closer to university (in Leiden, the Netherlands). Luckily I'm at home with my parents now for summer vacation, but I'm a bit scared to go back to my own place now. I don't know what to do or how to react when it happens again. Have any of you ladies out there had the same experience? Do you carry a weapon of some kind (like pepperspray)? I'm still a virgin and I have no experience with men whatsoever; I'd more or less waited for mr. right to come along before I'd let someone touch my private parts. I feel awful and dirty, what can I do to get my confidence back? Please help!