When I was 5 or 6 I was skipping from my house to the small park which was right next door in my neighbourhood. A man probably in his 20’s to 30’s came up to me, took my face in his hands and kissed me on the lips. I was so ashamed I only told my my mom about 2 years later when we moved.
Also, not long ago, I was walking casually in the street when an elderly man in his late 60’s called me over. From what I understood he needed help crossing the road so I approached him and he held his hand out for mine in the manner of a hand shake. When I took his hand to shake he pulled my torward him strongly and tried to kiss me, I pushed myself away from him and walked away. I’m 18.
