Ok, let's try to deflect the trolling attempt and be a little more constructive. Here's a story from a soon-to-be 46 years old.
Let's go back 30 years. I'm an introverted 15 years old: I don't have many friends, and no female friends to boot - I like reading books and listening to black metal. On the flipside, my brother is a social butterfly, and he's in the clubbing scene. He's convinced he has to "break my shell", and he always invites me to go out with his friends. I mostly decline, but through a series of circumstances one weekend he catches me off guard and convinces me to go out clubbing with him one night ("It's the best club in the whole province, you have to come!"). Of course, I'm not very enthusiastic. I've already been in clubs, and I find them boring and annoying at the same time: I can barely stand the music, the loudness is off the charts, you can't have a conversation and I usually get a migraine half an hour in - plus they can't serve me alcohol, so I can't even drink to help passing the time. I know my brother's intention are good, though: I decide to put on a good face, and let the night go by.
Well, to cut the story short, that night I managed to perform my first prolonged french kiss with a girl. Now, "I managed" is too generous: I didn't do a lot, the girl was practically a whirlwind that took me for the ride. I didn't even learn her name, and after all those years, I don't even remember her very well, except for her black hair in a short bob and her acid green t-shirt. I think she was a little older than me, slightly chubby, and not particularly attractive - but neither am I, so who cares. I exchanged only a few words with her, and I can also guess she probably went to do the same with other people that night - but I don't care, it's still a nice memory to me, and it also did good to my acne-ridden teenager self-esteem. And if someone told me I've been sexually harrassed, I'd probably die of laughter right there and then.
That's why I don't envy new generations, especially those immersed in social network dynamics: imagine perceiving a girl trying to have some fun as a menace, or a trauma source. Imagine having to turn an avance attempt in a signposted pantomime, because subtelty and spontaneity are perceived as a risk. Thinking that everything is a threat, and every intent is malicious, warps one's sense of reality - and not for the best, in my opinion.