It's a pretty good intuition though. When I was younger and hotter, I got a lot of the wrong kind of attention because I was very busty and bad at wearing shirts that fit correctly. It eventually wears on you, knowing that someone's friendly overture has an extremely high likelihood of turning into a come-on at an awkward time. Especially when they're people who masqueraded as friends for years or your boss or professor.

I know, woe is the plight of a hot girl. But I was a teenager, very shy, and going through a massive sexuality crisis. I didn't know how to deal with the attention.

For someone who likes attention because they're attracted to men and outgoing, I could see the "are they only nice because they want to see me on my knees" thing getting old, even despite liking some of the attention.

It's this weird gatekeeping assumption people have about women. Either we're supposed to welcome all attention​, no matter our thoughts on it, or we have to dress like a nun and wear a chastity belt. No gray areas allowed.