I ignore it. I've always grown up unfazed by the ridiculous people who would hit on me when I'd be coming to and fro. And in my hood, the people hitting on me were acquaintances and did so jokingly, so a giggle, "shut the hell up, goofball" and a little side-eye were standard. So today, I was going to the local Asian market where I can get good, cheap produce and I buy all my fish, and I see an older guy. No big deal, but then I hear, "Hey cutie!" I hit the ignore button in my head. I come back out, and he's still there, chatting with the same guy he was when I went in, and he speaks again. This time louder, but I was feeling sassy, so I shot back, "Would you want your granddaughter getting hit on by a strange old man?"
Sweet silence. You don't know me, and I don't want to know you.