Pandora's got a good idea. I used to wonder why I'm alone, why I have no one, no compansionship, nobody to talk about the daily stuff--but I've got to get this mental illness under some sort of control, and I have to accept my new physical limitations. Work on the self first--even though you do get lonely, sad, etc...
Today, I actually had a discussion with a guy I know in a cafe about sexual harassment. He said guys are just different from girls. They don't understand our signals. I said there's a difference between not knowing what a girl thinks and harassing her. He disagreed - a guy has to do what he has to do to get a girl. We talked about the guy who started stalking me after I had talked to him and the others at the table and how we all told him no, go away. So this guy said 'yes, but did you explicitly tell him you weren't interested?'
I reacted with the same anger you talk about--I was furious. I immediately said 'excuse me?!? I'm not taking the blame for some guy who can't take no for an answer from all of us!' It's always the victim's fault because we either a) exist or b) didn't say NO in the apparently foreign language that predators speak.
I have a friend who has spent a lifetime being stalked and harassed by men. She said that just going out on the street is a traumatic experience sometimes. The harassment never ends.
When I look back on it, the only difference between my Ex and those creeps on the street was that he was subtle, and played a wine me dine me in order to 69 me. These other guys, they just take whatever they want because they want it, like you are property they found on the shelf.
I'm sorry I keep ranting here. It makes me angry too. I hate being harassed, I want companionship... but at what price? Scarred and damaged we are, so stop taking advantage of us and bullying us. Bleh. Healthy boundaries? Let me walk down the street without calling me a 'bitch' because I 'didn't smile like a lady' at some stranger.