Popped in to a restaurant tonight to grab a quick bite. During the course of the meal, the waiter was making eyes with my date to the point where she was blushing. As I popped off to the loo towards the end and joked with her that he'd be sitting in my seat by the time I came back.
I took it all as just a bit of harmless fun, but upon returning, the cheeky bugger WAS sat in my chair and was passing her a piece of paper with his number on it!!!
Anyway, me and my date had a bit of a laugh about it afterwards, but at the same time, thats crossing line a bit isn't it? Shouldn't you be able to go out for a meal with yer missus without some lothario trying to steal her from under your nose when you're in the khazi?
BTW, its not really my way, but good old fashioned fisticuffs were out of the question as he resembled a taller, more musclar version of Jean Claude Van Damme, while I'm a 10.5 stone lycra whippet!


