Every time I go into Arnelli pizza on hip ass Valencia street (San Francisco) there is some hottie serving up hot slices. And lately, every time there is a new one, he gets hotter than the last one. The last one, I swear, I was about to follow home. Or wherever he was going. After getting my slice for lunch, I saw him again a few hours later getting off work, and he waws talking to his friends about how hwe was headed somewhere to see live music and eat cheeseburgers- if I weren't carrying twenty bucks worth of fancy paper in a big roll I would have stalked him.