I'm either extremely unlucky, or there's a problem in London of epidemic proportions.
Because I've been sexually assaulted while travelling on the capital's public transport system, not once, but twice.
Let's make one thing clear - unwanted sexual harassment is NOT a compliment - it's a crime.
The problem will not go away until ordinary people - and policy makers - start getting angry and putting their money where their mouths are.
Police need resources to properly investigate sexual assaults on transport, usually involving complete strangers, especially as the number of reported cases has more than doubled in five years - from 650 in 2012-2013 to 1,448 in 2016-17, according to British Transport Police.
And budgets - and money saving - should be the last thing on a police officer's mind when an incident is reported to them.
The first time I'd experienced this behaviour (on transport, that is) was in summer 2014. It was a hot sunny day and I'd hopped on the Metropolitan Line train at Uxbridge heading to a BBQ at a mate's house.
Travelling alone, I took a seat on one of the four-seater chairs, and shortly after two men sat down opposite me.
Clearly a bit boozed up having just finished work, they tried to "chat me up" and joke with me and I uncomfortably humoured them, hoping they'd stop.
After a few stops, one of them got off - leaving me alone with this bloke, a complete stranger - sat opposite me.
He decided to ramp up his attempts at hitting on me a few levels... and tried to persuade me to get off at his stop. Repeatedly. Persistently. Despite me awkwardly shaking my head "no".
He then made lewd gestures (I'll spare you the details) and was openly talking about all the things he was going to do to me.
I was mortified - I tried to meet the gaze of fellow passengers - anyone - hoping they'd somehow rescue me.
Instead, passengers quickly looked away and carried on playing with their phones.
Meanwhile the bloke touched my bare leg (I was wearing a dress) and tried to slide his hand up my skirt.
I let out a very British-style stifled cry and scooted off to the other end of the carriage, trying to hold back tears. Again, not one passenger dared to meet my gaze.
The incident stayed with me, but I didn't report it for fear of it not being taken seriously. After all, I was still in one piece, he didn't attack me, maybe it was just a bit of "banter"?
The second time, in July 2017, I'd got on a route 140 bus from Heathrow Airport after going out for a meal with a friend nearby.
In Hayes, a half-cut man got on board at the same time as a teenage girl. He took a seat at the back of the bus and shouted lewd comments over to her. (Hmm, where I've heard this before?)
Clearly taken aback, the teen shouted "I'm underage, you know" but he carried on until she ran off the bus.
Then he turned his attention to me. He asked me how much money he'd need to pay me to have sex with him (what a charmer) before leering over me.
'I desperately wanted the ground to swallow me up'
He moved to sit in front of me and kept persisting, getting more and more aggressive - before touching me.
I desperately wanted the ground to swallow me up but froze in fear in case I aggravated him.
Thankfully, his stop arrived and he got off in the Yeading area - but angry that I'd "rejected his advances" aka sat stark still and silent, he banged on the bus window next to me and hurled abuse.
I was the only female on the bus at that point - a handful of men were sat and stood around. Again, not one would even make eye contact with me.
After the bus journey I got home as fast as I could. I tried to sleep on it but couldn't - I kept thinking how this time round, this man had approached a girl despite declaring herself as underage. So I reported it to police.
They arrived at my home and took a full statement from me - asking what I wearing when he touched me. But they couldn't take my clothes away for analysis as that would cost £200, I was told.
Weeks and months passed and the CCTV footage from the bus was circulated - but the man could not be identified. I had an email thanking me for reporting the crime but, alas, police were closing the case.
Maybe, if the police had more resources the man could have been identified from the CCTV image. Or if the clothes I was wearing could be DNA- analysed they would have found a match.
Either way, this incident is just a drop in the ocean of what happens to women on public transport. Every. Single. Day.
And women are not just harassed as they travel from A to B, they're allegedly groped while working at black-tie Presidents Club Charity Dinners, catcalled as they pass building sites, not to mention the streams of allegations made within the film industry.
The #MeToo and #TimesUp movements have enabled women to speak up about sexual harassment and abuse on social media - it's a step in the right direction.
Who knows, maybe in my case, this was a complete one-off for both of these men, or maybe, they'll go on to re-offend?
Let's hope not.
A Metropolitan Police spokesperson said: "We would encourage anyone who has been the victim of a sexual offence to report it to police at the earliest opportunity.
"The Met has specially trained officers who can support you through the investigation process.
"As part of any investigation, officers will try and identify evidential leads that could progress the case, including forensics and CCTV.
"Where a suspect is not identified, relevant information is retained with a view to identifying any patterns of offending as part of future investigations."