It must indeed be awful when the victim is known to you. Anger and sadness combined.
I've been thinking about different types of men in different settings, and remember the days when I used to go all alone to the Sheringham Potty Festival, staying for the evening sing-arounds in the pub. I was much much younger then, and would normally never go into a pub all alone, but the men from the numerous Morris sides were absolute gentlemen. No silly remarks or 'banter', no sexual innuendo or touching. I felt completely safe and respected. They were kindly and offered me a seat etc (like brothers or uncles!)
But for some reason, men on building sites can sometimes be of the 'phwoar' variety. Wolf whistles, lewd remarks, innuendo and so on.
I think this reflects on social mores and group influences. Maybe even 'class'.