You can't have my "johnny-cake"

I have an issue with personal space. I recently worked with an attorney who had no personal-relation skills at all! This guy did not know the meaning of personal space or even that a buble exists. As a male paralegal, I felt very "voilated" at one such encounter in our office in D.C. I was sitting at my desk working on our case and had a opened granola bar on my leg...no room on my desk due to case files everywhere, my attorney came over to me, and started reaching for my granola bar! I wasn't sure where he was going or what he was doing, needless to say, I freaked - he just wanted to have my granola bar. Another time we were in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba working on our case and after working late we all went to get some grub at the local Jamacan chicken place. We took the food back to our quarters to eat, he quickly engoulfed his food, while myself and our translator ate and talked. Next thing you know, my "johnny cake" cake is gone...and I didn't eat it. (Johnny cake-Jamacan biscut). I look over at my boss and he's got my biscut and has the balls to ask me if it's mine. I took it back and threw it away - never know where his hands have been! Stay out of my space and we'll be fine! Thanks and enjoy.