Sandy and I were sitting at the bar at BJs Restaurant Brewery in Brea, pigging out on loaded nachos, spinach-artichoke pizza, margarita and beer. I was listening to her tell me, all aglow, about her new boyfriend. And then we were interrupted by an older (mid-late 40s) white guy sitting on her left (she had her back turned to him to talk to me) who tapped on her shoulder while we were in mid-conversation, and when she turned, he asked if he could take the menu that was sitting on the bar. Why couldn’t he just take it?! It was on the rack at the bar, it wasn’t in front of her. I knew he was doing the lead-in and I rolled my eyes. We went back to talking. He tapped her again. She turned. “I’m sorry for interrupting you,” he apologized to her. She said, “Oh, it’s okay” and waved it off dismissively. I glared at him. We went back to our conversation. He let almost half an hour go by this time before he tapped her on the shoulder again. I couldn’t hear their conversation over the bar noise, but she told me when she turned back that he wanted to know her situation, whether she was with anyone because he didn’t see her talking to any guy. No shit, she was talking to me. She told him she does indeed have a boyfriend. This guy was seriously on my nerves now. I would never interrupt 2 strangers’ conversation to ask stupid questions. He couldn’t talk to her when I had gone to the bathroom?! About 10 minutes before we left, he once again tapped her shoulder. They talked for about a minute, he handed over a scrap of paper. She told me he said, “I know you said you have a boyfriend, but you never know what the future will hold. If your situation changes or if you want, call me.” Now I was so annoyed (PMS helped) that as we stood to leave, I said extremely loudly as I walked by him, “What a LOSER! Why doesn’t he just open with ‘Hi, I’m desperate and old and have an Asian fetish’?” It’s men like this. Have some self-respect! And do you really want a woman who’ll cheat on her boyfriend?! Sandy said, as she wadded up his name and number and tossed it at a trash can, that he’s just thinking with his dick, he’s not looking for his next wife, and that there are plenty of women who would indeed call a man like that when she’s fighting with her boyfriend or when she’s bored and a man like him would say, “Hey, it’s not my problem. She called ME, I didn’t tell her to cheat.” THIS is why I have no faith in people and relationships.