Come to think of it, the one time I was straight-out propositioned by a stranger, I was wearing one of my very conservative teacher outfits.
That was in Russia and it was probably a crazy dude. I think what set him off was seeing me sitting on a park bench taking off my work shoes and putting on more comfortable footwear. He did turn tail when I mustered a “You go!” which is short for something really rude in Russian.
That was a once in a blue moon event, and it was in broad daylight, so it didn’t scare me. Now if it were happening regularly, it would be upsetting. I did get a lot of street harassment from young teens, and it made me not want to walk around outside in my village. I’d be walking down the street and I’d hear these teen voices behind me yelling, [BLEEP] you, American girl! or yelling requests for particular very personal services. I think at the time it registered as more of a harassment thing or a practicing-their-ten-English-words more than a sex thing, but who knows? It was relentless, and it wasn’t about how I was dressed, it was about being an American woman in a very small Russian town. From what I heard from female colleagues in other very small Russian towns, they got exactly the same stuff.