What I'm talking about here is without any weapon involved... I had a pervert walk up to me as I was leaving a post office in my hometown back in 1990. This was a BM approx 5 feet tall, probably around the age of 14 or so. I'm approximately 5'3" and probably weighed about 100 pounds at the time. I'd been working (I was a lifeguard at a local pool) and was on my way to job#2 at a grocery store. I was wearing my swimsuit top and a miniskirt. I stopped by the post office to drop a letter to my BF who was in USMC boot camp at the time. Only one door at the post office opened at the time. I went in, mailed my letter and was on my way out when he was on his way in. We met in the doorway. He turned to me (he had this perverted smile on his face) and reached up to touch my chest. I knocked his hand away with my left hand. He reached up with the other hand and pinched (hard might I add) my left breast. I drew back with my right and landed one on his nose. I hit him again and he went down in the doorway. The last time I saw him from the front seat of the car he was in the doorway and blood was coming out from in between his fingers. I hope I broke his nose. I remember using an expletive as I left. When I'm out drinking and having fun with guys this is one of my favorite stories. Men for some reason just find this hilarious. I can remember my daddy sending my brother and I out into the backyard to fistfight rather than doing it in the house. He'd sit on the porch and watch us go round and round. My brother is much larger than I am. I guess it was good practice, but there are still old school people out there who believe that "ladies don't fight." Anybody else had something like this happen?