I'd love to think that that is how I would handle the situation now. Gratefully, that hasn't happened since then, in that same sort of context, but I have reacted similarly to other socially inappropriate situations, etc.
But that's me now, not me 17 years ago. I was at a very different point in my life at that time, shaped by forces that were different and much fresher in my mind. I tried to relate the experience so folks here might have some sympathy, not for me but for the women who had this experience with Louis CK. Instead I get told to grow a pair.
Which, in hindsight, I should have expected. I am on barf after all.