Me? God no.
God no. In high school, a freiend took me shopping. She had me try on leather vests pants and the like. Still, with my face, I couldn't pull off the tough look. Same thing with cowboy hats and western wear; when I lived in New Mexico friends tried to make Yankee look native, but one look in the mirror was enough to prove that I couldn't pull it off..
Same thing when I'm walking down the street. Not many people will ever move over for me; it's as if I send out a signal that screams "beta male." I've unintentionally body-slammed some people lately because increasingly, I refuse to step out of the path of others; I'm tired of being the one who always has to get out of the way.
Still, being an older Gen-Xer and still single ... in the neighborhood where I used to rent, a couple of neighbors suspected that I was a possible child molester. Why? Well, I lived alone. That was it. I was scary because I was single. Never mind that I bought women home, was relatively social and NOT one of those "He's so quiet! I would have never suspected he had bodies stacked up in the basement like cordwood!" guys, and don't otherwise exude a creepy vibe. I never had that happen to me elsewhere.