Back in my partying days I crashed a huge halloween bash. As I stood on the periphery of the crowd a heavy set guy, 6 foot 2 or 3, walked up on my right immediately violating all notions of personal space. He was costumed as Shirley Temple complete with a curly wig, a ruffled dress, shiny patent leather buckle shoes, white frilly lace trimmed socks, a swirly lollypop the size of a cup saucer, all set off by a well trimmed, dark beard and a sweet smile. It was a great costume. Never breaking eye contact, without a word, he gently placed his hand on my ... ahh ... groinal area. A second or two later he removed his hand, put the lollipop in his mouth and skipped away into the crowd. I was groped by Shirley Temple. That really happened.