The other one is not so sweet...
I was sitting at the railway station waiting for a train into London and this bloke in his 30s comes staggering down the platform, the worse for drink or drugs, he sees me and the first words out of his mouth are "You wanna have sex?"
Bear in mind this is midwinter, I was about 50 at the time and cocooned in a parka, jeans and moonboots, anyway, I just ignored him. He stood over me and said "How much? How much for sex?"
Again, I tried to ignore him and read my book, but he then started to get abusive so I got up and walked away, him following me shouting I was a whore and why wouldn't I have sex with him... the place was deserted as I'd just missed a train, so I went to the stationmaster's office, which was on that platform, and knocked on the window. The bugger shook his head at me and turned away!
So I got annoyed and continued knocking until he got up and came out to give me an earful, I told him that there was a drunk bloke shouting abuse at me and he honestly could not have cared less, until the bloke coming after me caught up and, I kid you not, went to him and said "You gay?"
"You what?" (Stationmaster = little fat bloke in his 40s)
"You gayboy? You wanna have sex with me? I have money. I pay!"
This of course was an affront to the stationmaster's manliness and he forgot about me and got into his own argument with the bloke. The next train came and I got on, leaving them to it.
It did piss me off that he didn't give a shit about me being harassed, but when it came to him...