I got hit on more in four days in Paris than I do in a month in NYC. & I'm no beauty. At one point I had a Spanish tour guide following me around the Sacre Coeur. I love travel, I like traveling alone, I do not like going to a restaurant twice and having the waiter assume that means I want him to propose. I figured I had some badass armor built around me, all these years riding the subway, but at least in New York you can stare people down and they understand it's not an invitation.
Although by far the best was when I traveled to China & a young man on a motorbike ran into a tree while gawking at my, you know, assets.