One time when I was sixteen and was on break at my job at a fast food outlet, a man around my dad’s age (mid 50’s) smiled at me from another table. I smiled back because he was an older man and that’s what you do to be polite. But then when I was sweeping up out the front a while later, the same man got out of his car with a little piece of paper in his hands, walked up to me, asked me to go on a date to a comedy club with him, gave me the piece of paper with his number on it and walked off, without me saying a word and that was the first time a random ever hit on me.