I've been going out dressed since 1970 (an old broad now...), and have had a few "interesting" experiences. Probably the most "interesting" was being taken to the Top of the Mark in San Francisco for some drinks.
This was back in the early 80's. I was dressed in a cute junior outfit, nursing a drink in a San Francisco drag bar, making small talk with the "girls" I'd met there. In walks a guy in a suit and tie. He walks over to me and asks me to go with him for a few deinks. I gave him my usual "I'm not interested in guys" bit, he says, no, no it's nothing like that. He's from out of town and just wants company. I kept refusing, but then the girls started saying "go with him Mitzi". So, what the heck, what can he do to me...
He hails a cab, and takes me to the Mark Hopkins, a landmark San Francisco hotel. The elevator to the the coctail lounge at the top took forever to arrive, and a few other couples join us to wait for the elevator. Talk about nervous... Eventually we reach the top, the lighting is subdued and nice. While we had a few drinks, he tells silly jokes, treating me like an airhead GG, but all the while groping me under the table.
We made one more srop for a couple more drinks, for which I got stuck...he disappeared on me when I went to the ladies' room. Guess he realized he couldn't get me drunk enough to...you know...:flirt: