I actually once had a guy in Best Buy, a businessman, mutter something about taking me back to his hotel for the night. I was so astonished I just gaped as he looked me up and down and walked away. Another time, while I was dressed in a leather jacket, jeans, and combat boots, a guy came up to me outside of a Duane Reade, looked me up and down, and said, "how much?" But then again I do live in a city of 8 million potentially crazy people... and I was never a beetus barge like this bitch.