JoeG

Okay - turnabout is fair play. A recent thread posed the question in relation to women and received many responses. I was bit surprised that many women seemed to have a secret fantasy of being approached by a strange man when traveling alone.

Even though I would consider myself having above average looks (don't we all?), I must admit that I have never been approached by a woman when traveling alone. Not that I am seeking this out - I am very happily married. Should I feel slighted? Or is this something that doesn't happen to men?

JoeG

Madison

Don't feel slighted. Most men are far more aggressive than women (unless it's a "working" girl) and I think it happens to women more than men.

ira

I find that if I put on a sailor's uniform many women approach me.

ben_haines_london

The word is prostitute, and they have, indeed, approached me. The reply No Thankyou works well. Beggars are more trouble, but I get rid of them easily by replying in Urdu.

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bookchick

Ira, LOL!!!!!

Sir Ben, once again you've the most creative solution!

And JoeG, I consider myself to be well below the average in terms of physical attractiveness.

BC

bob_brown

Maybe we should be glad that some of them don't throw rocks.

indytravel

In France the prostitutes never approach the men.

When I innocently (I swear! )walked north of Les Halles in Paris on r. St Denis, the ladies stood in the doorways and made "come hither" looks.

degas

Yes - in Asia.

I was in a nice pub and taped a twenty dollar bill to my forehead so as not to lose it. Almost immediately, several very young and pretty ladies gathered around me and were kind enough to ask about my travel plans and financial situation. Why, they even gave me a free neck massage.

Boy, were they disappointed when the "little wife" grabbed me by the ear and dragged me out of there.

Must have been that new after-shave lotion I was using.

sequess

Yes. In Prague.

marktynernyc

I was having a cocktail at the bar in the Gellert Hotel (Budapest) as were a couple. The woman was talking a bit too excitedly, ocassionaly our eyes would cross. Anyway - the man excused himself - she came over, gave me her card and said if I was looking for a nice evening to please give her a call - she then goes back to her seat, the man comes back and they resume their conversation - she waved goodbye and winked as they were leaving.

Brian_in_Charlotte

And to think of all the time wasted on money belts and pouches when the safest place to hold your money is to tape it to your forehead.

Nikki

The early returns are in, and Ben Haines is the projected winner.

Madison

To all the men: If the women knew what great personalities you possessed they would be approaching you in flocks. You're all so charming, witty and funny.

Huitres

Female version: a prostitute

Very funny story Ben! I like your sense of humor!

capo

I remember on one of my first visits to Paris being approached by a LOT of FVGs on the rue St. Denis.

capo

indytravel, I didn't read what you wrote before I posted...I see we think alike.

SuzieC

Oooh...some of the ladies on here do get that... some of our gentlemen have re-set the bar. I now insist on a man who'll travel...er...with an open mind..

thomthumb

Try the leather buttless chaps. They always work for me!

nocinonut

I disagree about the prostitutes. It would be a "golddigger" who would approach a man as a female gigolo.

I think "groupie" would fall into this catagory too, but prositute, no.

My husband has been approached by women at resorts, they usually give him the "eye" when he is waiting for me, etc. I have watched from afar and thankfully he doesn't respond!!

DiAblo

Yes, it happens. In London I was sitting at the Museum Tavern during a very quiet period in the early afternoon. I struck up a conversation with a lady patron, about ten years my junior, and we talked small for the better part of an hour before she had to leave for a meeting. That would have been that, except later that evening, long after dinner, I stopped into The White Hart and, lo and behold, the same woman was there with two of her female friends. We talked like old pals. Eventually her friends drifted away, we went to her apartment, and the rest, as they say, was history. Very pleasant history.

She was not a gold-digger nor a pro, just a nice English girl who was, for whatever reason, interested in a middle-age American.