Seeking: New WiFi Spot

So, I haven't really been updating the blog with news of SCM (Sleazy Cafe Man), who you might remember me writing about a couple months ago. He was the creepy cafe owner/manager who thought it acceptable to poke me in the ribs, tickle the back of my neck and be generally skeezy whenever he's around me.
Well, since those initial encounters with him, he has followed me outside to gaze at me while I got into my car and drove away, massaged the back of my neck and hovered over me when serving me my coffee. I finally decided (way later than I should have) that enough was enough. After he tickled the back of my neck while I was on the phone with Adam, I put Ads on hold and firmly told SCM that I was uncomfortable with his habit of touching me. He seemed surprised and embarassed, and said, "I'm so sorry, you see, I come from a big affectionate family, and that's just my way." In case he was suggesting that I am devoid of affection, I responded, "I come from an affectionate family, too, but you see, that's my family, and so it's different." He got my point (and my tone), and his touchy-feeliness has not been an issue since. In fact, he has made a point of standing a good 5 ft or so away whenever he addresses me (which is silly, but FINE with me!).
Things came to a head for me in the last week, though. SCM decided that although he can't touch me, he can still be really skeezy. The straw that broke the proverbial camel's back came over the course of two days. One day, he followed me out to my car under the pretense of talking about the girls (who were in the car at the time). He stood way too close to me as I was trying to get in my car, opened my cardoor for me (not in a chivalrous way), and proceeded to linger next to my car, leering at me, while I was trying to get the hell out of there. A couple days later, he came by the table I was sitting at and started asking me personal questions--where I'm from, what I'm doing in Oregon, how long I'm staying--all while he was very obviously reading my blog (which was on my screen at the time). That clinched it for me. He didn't even pretend to be looking at something else. I should have slammed my laptop shut but the "nice girl" in me wasn't assertive enough to do that. He proceeded to tell me how much he was going to miss me once I had left Oregon. Yuck. I'm never going back to that place, never giving him my money, my time or my presence. I'm typing all this from the house dialup right now.
So...now I am searching for a new spot to do my Internet work...be patient if it takes me a couple days to find a place I like. For me, a couple days without highspeed is worth a lifetime without SCM.