Well, now, he _does_ have a pretty face. Then again, so do I...
   and I got propositioned a time or two at greyhound bus terminals
   and train stations as a teenager... and in my 20s... and 30s...
   cash in their right hand pointed towards me, ready for action.
   Didn't need it nor did the deed seem worth the $$$ even if I
   did, but it was nice getting the offer.. kinda. Somewhere
   between flattered and "ok, when's my ride coming?", heavier on
   the latter.. and I discovered I could make excuses pretty
   quickly to exit the potential exchange.