Bahija and I had lunch in a coffee shop. The cina coffee shop type that has no a/c. Bahija came first and she could not find a table so she share a table with a man. This man looks like a blue collar worker. When I came, he was chatting with Bahija.. very friendly guy. What surprised me was that he kept on commenting and interjected our conversations. He commented about food in this coffee shop, said it's nice.. and then started asking me personal questions like what do I do, where do I stay, am I married, how many kids and at the end he even asked me for my telephone number so that he can one day asked me out for yum char and consult me on PC related matters. On the other hand, we also learned what he do for a living (he sells spare parts), where he stays, the reason he's in this neighbourhood, etc. The whole thing is kinda weird. How could one stranger asked so many things.. and he seems harmless but yet, why asked for telephone number. I have a suspicious that he's inter...