Sleazy Cafe Man

I guess I'm taking a chance writing this entry in the cafe that Sleazy Cafe Man (SCM) owns, but he doesn't seem to be here today, so...Anyway, there's an internet cafe (which shall remain nameless) that I've been coming to since I arrived here in Oregon. It's a nice little cafe that seems to be popular with the over-55 crowd during the lunch rush as well as with some local young hipsters. The wait staff is really nice (in a good way), but I have had an issue with the proprietor being really nice (in a bad way, if ya know what I mean). The first incident occurred about a month ago when I was online, and all of a sudden I felt fingers poke my sides and a man's voice say, "Boo!" from behind. Since I really don't know anyone here in Roseburg, I couldn't think who might be touching me. I turned around, and it was SCM; he smiled and said, "I just wanted to make sure you were still awake over here..." Yuck! Since that initial encounter, he has hovered over me while I stirred the coffee he brought, he has followed me outside the cafe (in daylight) because I "forgot to tell him good-bye", and he has touched my shoulder when asking me what I want to order. Now, of course, you're all wondering, why doesn't Lauren just sock him one? I wonder the same thing sometimes, but the atmosphere of the cafe is very friendly and familiar; I am caught between thinking he is a letch and then wondering if he's just awkward in his attempts to be friendly. He seems to own this cafe with his wife, who while nice, is also a little awkward. So I don't want to overreact to all this, and not have a nice place to come do my e-mailing...besides, it's only for another two months, right? Then I'll never have to see Sleazy Cafe Man again...