It shouldn’t be a pleasant surprise when you come away from a club without being groped

On Friday night I spent four hours completely alone at Fabric nightclub in London and not a single stranger touched me inappropriately.
I imagine this is entirely unremarkable information to half of the population. Why the hell would a stranger touch you without your permission? But I can bet that women reading this will know why my experience is shocking. Possibly even a world record.
No one groped me while I was ordering a drink and whispered in my ear that I loved it. No one thrust their crotch into my face while I was tying my shoe. No one followed for hours me even when I told them, sorry, I’m with my friends. But those, and countless others are all encounters that I have had at mainstream clubs.