An Ethical Dilema

I am typically the guy in the coffee shop with the real mug, not the paper cup (not because it is eco-friendly, but I feel like a local and I secretly hope others will see this and automatically think that this my coffee shop and I set the rules) and head phones listening to the sweetness that is Pandora (Is there anything better than Pandora?) while I try to think of witty things to say in my blog/work at my real job.  Needless to say, I don’t snoop or browse the coffee shop to see who is in there except to make sure no one looks like they are trying to hack into my laptop via the wireless interwebs.  But today, the dapper young man made me think about the lack of privay in our lives, for right in front of me, was his full name.  For this conversation we shall call him, Jean Paul Pierre (JPP) in honor of Zoe Bartlett’s boyfriend in the fourth season of West Wing and mainly because his name was almost as ridiculous.

So JPP goes up to the counter to order his grande, nonfat, no whip, extra hot, two pump, mocha and in the time it takes for him to get back to his seat I have googled his name and found his twitter account, facebook page, and various and sundry other items about this young lad.  He is in graduate school after graduating from a prestigious and yet horribly overpriced university pursuing a noble career, likes motorcycles and hanging on the beach in cabo and is about to get married to his fiance of 18 months.  I find myself liking this guy and hoping for the best for him until…a Lisa Loeb look alike walked in to greet JPP.

I mention Lisa Loeb, not because she is the sexiest lady around, but more because of her glasses, you know the glasses that Sarah Palin wore to make everyone forget that she said she could see Russia from her backyard

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The girl who walks in to greet JPP is wearing these Lisa Loeb/Sarah Palin type of glasses.  Very trendy, very cool and very suspicious.  This woman is not the aforementioned fiance of JPP but might as well have been for the Sexy Hug that she gave my new friend JPP.  According to a professional hugging website I found:

“Sexy hugs, like bear hugs, involve full body contact. There are two main differences, however. In the sexy hug, there is rarely any squeezing, and no one is getting picked up (well, not literally). One party lightly wraps him/herself around the other and presses some private part into them. Slight wiggling motions of said private parts might also occur. The sexy hug says, “I think you’re hot. Let’s have wild monkey sex.”

Advisory! Do not attempt the sexy hug if you aren’t absolutely positive the other person will like it/is interested! To do so makes it a bad hug!”

I will admit that I did not see any “slight wiggling motions of said private parts” and I don’t know that this hug actually said “Let’s have wild monkey sex”, but if there was a PG-13 version of this hug it was certainly happening in a certain coffee shop right in front of my eyes.  (On a side note, I once witnessed Herb Kelleher french kiss a flight attendant on a Southwest Flight while standing in between the galley and the cockpit while the the twenty or so passengers looked on; more on that later).  As I pretended to not notice this “Sexy Hug” I realized I had access to JPP’s fiance’s contact information.  Now you see where I am going with this.

Should I let JPP’s fiance know that he throwing “Sexy Hugs” around like they are free samples of frappucinno’s when he is not in her presence or should I just go my way and let everyone live in their ignorance?