My New Boyfriend...

It's true. I have a new boyfriend. And he's hot. Hot, hot, hot. We met yesterday in the restaurant where he stayed for about 2 hours (until his poor friend begged him to leave) undressing me with his very focused (and by focused I mean crazy) eyes the whole time. Did I mention he's a boxer? A heavyweight no less. And he has tattooes. On his arms. And his neck. And probably everywhere else too. And he could snap your neck like a chicken. All of you. At the same time. Which is obviously hot. Yeah. Anyway, he creeped the hell out of me. So much so that my friend Brian actually started going over to their table to bring them coffee and stuff so I wouldn't have to. While I crouched down behind the servers area to get away from his crazy, stare-y eyes. Bah. I get all the hotties. Unfortunately this one knows where I work. And what my name is. Grrr. He will from now on be known as my scary boyfriend. Add him to the list! Did I mention he left me a little note on the back of his bill with his email address? That was actually kind of cute. In a "oh my god, if I don't email him will he kill me?" kind of way. Why can I not attract any "normal" boys? I don't mind the tattooes (god knows) but the punching people in the face as a career choice thing kind of freaks me out. Not to mention the staring. It was definitely the staring that pushed it over the edge from flattering to freaky-deaky.