Which sounds much better than anything a diner could throw at you anyway! 
It is to me, but Lil Vet might see it another way
I had kind of the reverse happen to me back in my single days. I was hanging out with a pagan hippie crowd, and this woman in the group started hitting on me really heavily. She wasn’t really my type, but I was young, and chronically single, and lonely, and didn’t really know what my type was, so I was happy to play along. Everyone in the group seemed to get along pretty well with me, except this one guy who I didn’t know but who kept glaring daggers at me.
I had no idea what his problem was with me; he seemed to hate the woman, too. Then she asked him to get something from their car, and I realized he was her husband.
I very quickly went into Daniel Is A Clueless Idiot mode (a pretty easy mode for me to go into when it comes to flirting). It worked for several months until she finally confronted me and I had to tell her that no, it wasn’t gonna happen.
Weird conversation.
Daniel
Re the waitress flirting = bigger tip thing, my darling Marcie and I went to dinner with a much younger pal of mine. The waitress assumed he and Marcie were the couple and I was the rich father/father-in-law/whatever and flirted shamelessly until my darling Marcie told her to knock it the hell off. I was enjoying it, too.
It all depends on your definition of “hit on.” If you mean having to constantly push at a dance partner’s* shoulder to keep him from drawing you too close and then having him “accidentally” brush the side of your breast (with the palm, not side or back, of his hand) during a dance turn (and then hearing him tell his pals, “I accidentally grabbed her boob!” over and over), then yeah, I’ve been hit on.
I’ve since learned to just bluntly say a “no thanks, I don’t like to dance with anyone but my husband!”
Oh, and when I informed the bartender about the little incident, the guy was booted out (it wasn’t the first complaint of the night about him, I was told).
*I was singing karaoke when he asked me to dance. I didn’t want to embarrass him (I’m too sensitive that way–not always a good thing!) and I was VERY clear in telling him that I am married.
I know exactly what you mean.
Someone once said that a stripper has an unwritten agreement with the men in her audience: “I’ll pretend I want to have sex with you, and you pretend to believe me.” Waitresses often operate on the same principle.
Problem is, even in my wildest fantasies, I’m way too sane and realistic! Even the most Stanislavsky-wise young-enough-to-be-my-daughter waitress can’t persuade me that she actually finds me attractive!
Whew, lieu, it was a relief to read the whole OP - I was afraid you’d picked up on my vibes when we met… 
OK, fine, I’m being a smart ass.
And to answer more or less seriously, I don’t think I’ve been hit upon in my 22 years of marriage. I’ve traded flirts on occasion, but it’s always been with people who know I’m married and that I don’t play around, and frankly with guys who wouldn’t have been interested in me were I available anyway. (Was that sentence too convoluted?)
You’d have to go back to when I was still single and an active member of Weight Watchers to get my “hit on” stories. Sadly, it was always older (up to 20 years older) married men who apparently figured a young, single woman in the Navy was hot to trot. On one hand, I was kinda, sorta flattered. At the same time, it was devastating - as far as I knew, the only thing that changed about me was my weight. The lesson was that I was only appealing when I was thinner. I expect that’s why I let my weight creep up again - it’s a safety shield. That way, I know if someone pays attention to me, it’s really me and not some superficial trait.
Or maybe I’m just a grouch…
Sometimes I find it unsettling, especially if the man attempts to hit on me in front of my husband. I know it upsets him. So that is not cool. (I’ve been amazed at how ballsy some can be) If it’s a sincere compliment or just harmless flirtation then fine. I just don’t like it when it’s aggressive and presumptuous. But I didn’t like that when I was single either.
I’m not sure if I’d consider it actually being hit on or flirted with (perhaps they’re the same thing, though - what do I know?). In the past few weeks, I’ve had several men give me a shy smile and wave at me or try to talk to me. A few of them have been really cute, but I might not have noticed them if they hadn’t approached me first. Of course, that usually (but strangely enough not always) ends once I stand up since I’m 6 months pregnant.