Working her way down the douchebag chain from Vito Schnabel to Harry Morton (can Joe Francis be far behind?), Demi Moore steps out with her new boytoy in Beverly Hills last night. According to E!: “The soon-to-be-divorced star is dating restaurateur Harry Morton, and has been for a few months, after meeting him through mutual friends. ‘They have been trying to keep it a secret,” says an insider. “It’s not a serious thing… but it may develop into something. They have been having a lot of fun together and have been meeting in secret places in New York and Los Angeles. But the actress and the young nightlife mogul (he owns the Viper Room and Pink Taco restaurant chain and is heir to the Hard Rock Cafe empire) decided to go out for a not-so-secret dinner at South Beverly Grill in Beverly Hills. According to eyewitnesses, Moore and Morton arrived at 8 PM and, over the course of two hours, were noticeably flirtatious, laughing and appearing to have a good time.” The source added: “They are just getting to know each other. Moore is in a really good place at the moment and hopeful about the future.” I don’t know. Harry Morton? You’re in a good place with Harry Morton? I mean: he’s doable, definitely. And kind of hot if you like dickwads and power tools. But he’s not exactly the kind of guy you want to hang out with if you’re in recovery. For God’s sake, he’s dated BOTH Lindsay Lohan AND Paris Hilton! I think she needs to rethink this. As Tina Fey said about Taylor Swift last night: “She needs some ‘me’ time to learn about herself.” Can I get a wolf whistle or something?