The guy behind the drive-thru pranks (skeleton driver and the like) does a bit with a plush frog sitting on a bench in a park who asks women to kiss him and turn him back into a prince. A remarkably high percentage of passing women do it.
I doubt I'd be remotely as successful as this frog if I tried the same thing. I'm not sure how much I should be distressed by this realization.
Which vaguely reminds me that years ago at Rockefeller Center a very attractive woman asked me take a photo of her standing in front of New York. I wondered why, out of all the people there, she picked me out. I decided it was because she figured that if I tried to run off with her camera, I looked like I would be easy to catch.