Creepers And Their Hopelessness

[blas]

Tonight was officially the Night Of The Creepers.

If anyone is curious, a Creeper is a creepy male (I suppose it could be used to describe a woman as well) who usually can be found lurking around a bar, trying desperately to get women, usually undresses women with his eyes, gives you that icky, nasty creepy feeling, makes you feel completely awkward and uncomfortable, and they rarely EVER get the hint. If they do get the hint, their ego is so easily bruised that they usually respond in threats, name-calling, or in extreme cases, threats of violence if a boyfriend is around. Creepers are usually disgusting, foul smelling, awkward looking guys......there is no certain age, it can be a guy who is 21 or a guy who is 51. Sometimes they come in the Ax Body Spray commercial types, the douchebags who think they are super hot and fly and can score with any woman they want, but usually it's the skeezy looking awkward dorks or leering older men.

Everywhere my friend and I went tonight, the Creepers tried to latch on. I heard the absolute WORST pickup line I have ever heard in my life.

My friend and I were waiting at the bar to be served, this creepo walks up to us, looks us up and down, gives us that creepy look, undressing us with his eyes, and proceeds to say "I'm gonna puke!"

Instinctively, we both jump out of the way. He proceeds to look somewhat offended, and says "I guess you've never heard that one before then, huh!?"

I answered "That's really what you use to get girls? Seriously? Get the fuck away from us!" I yelled at him, since I'm the more aggressive out of the two of us. My friend, desite her hatred of creepers, doesn't want to be mean or hurt feelings, so she lets me take care of them or she gives fake names and phone numbers or just tries to ignore them. If I'm in a decent mood, I'll just ignore them and hope they go away, but tonight I was just in a foul, nasty mood. Not even 10 minutes out in public and I'd already been ran into by some drunk skank in a minidress who was tripping over her own feet, and another girl actually started puking just a few feet away from me.

Anyway, he proceeded to call me a Stupid Slut (ouch, that one really hurt coming from the freakshow who tries to get girls by telling them he has to puke!) and we went on with our night.

We were walking down the street and some creepy slob came running towards us, with his hands out (like in a "high five" motion) yelling "Get ready girls, get ready, get ready! I'm coming!" and started running towards us. Instinctively, we both started meandering to our right to avoid him.

He slows down and comes to a stop when he realizes we aren't interested, and he yells "What the fuck is your problem?"

I answer back "Creepy slobs like you!"

He yells back "I hope you two enjoy your lives alone!"

My friend got offended and actually yelled back him "Actually, I'm engaged!"

I yelled back at him "I hope you enjoy your life with a blow up doll!"

Then at our next stop, I was having a smoke as we were walking from bar to bar, and we passed a bar where lots of people were standing outside smoking.

Some random guy standing on the edge of the crowd starts screaming my name. Now, I'm on medication right now. I shouldn't be drinking period, but I did....however, since I was driving, I couldn't drink much. I'd only had ONE drink by this point in time, and I knew for damn sure I did not know who the hell that guy was. So I looked away, ignored him, and kept walking with my friend.

He kept yelling my name, then started screaming it, then started getting aggressive, yelling "YOU KNOW ME, DON'T PRETEND YOU DON'T! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" and I had my friend look back to make sure he wasn't going to start following us or God forbid start running after me. I really did not want to ruin my best pair of high heels by having to grind them into his skull.

Fast forward a little bit. I needed another smoke, so we went out into the beer garden (some of the bars have outdoor smoking areas so that you don't have to leave your drink unattended while you go out to smoke). We were sitting at a picnic table and some random drunken creeper swaggers up, sits down next to us, and says "Heeey ladies....how be ya'll tonight? Can I get ya'll a drink?"

We both ignored him.

He kept trying. "I ain't meaning no bother, you twos just so hot I had to talk to ye."

I answered "That's nice. Please go away."

He then got offended and his English got a little dirtier, but at least more proper. "Well then fuck you two frigid bitches!" and he stomped off.

Maybe I am a bit rude. I just want to be with my friend and be left alone. We don't want to be hit on or hustled or hassled. If you really want to talk to a girl, don't talk like a hick or a gangster, don't use pickup lines, don't act like a retard.....whatever happened to just saying "Hi". I swear, just saying "Hi" works a lot better than what those idiot Creepers do.

I don't think I'm a frigid bitch. Just because two girls are out alone doesn't mean they are single or even looking for a quick lay or a date or a boyfriend. We girls like our quality time just like you guys do. Do you guys like it when a nasty looking drunk girl comes up to you and touches you or tries to get you to talk to her? Well we don't like it when you do it to us.

I just hate creepy guys and their pathetic attempts. Alcohol had a lot to do with their problems tonight, but then again, they are probably always that creepy.

Speaking of touching, hands off! Especially if you touch my hiney or my boobs....you're buying yourself a one way ticket to the ER, at the very least.

This is what happens when my boyfriend isn't around. At least when he's around, Creepers stay away, because they are afraid he'll put them in a coma, which he definetly could do.

Why can't girls just go out and have fun and not be bothered?!

[AdminAssistant]

Ugh, one of my students this year was a Creeper. Every Friday, I had the supreme please of being oogled by this smelly, awkward, icky guy. *shudder* Luckily, he was in the same class as my Three Musketeers (three totally hot, very nice, very muscle-y guys*) so I felt a bit safer.

Look, you have every right to be a totally frigid bitch. Being 'nice' to guys like that can be dangerous. Don't even give 'em a chance.

*Actually, three of my best students ever. I could tell this class wasn't their bag (baby) but they tried their best, and all three walked out with A's. I was very proud. I'll miss having them in class to talk to and....um...look at.

[HorrorFrogPrincess]

The only bar I go to is this rather classy-looking place designed for Hanging Out rather than getting drunk. Has the benefit of being in the lobby of a hotel.

I'm also always surrounded by a group of friends/acquaintances, so no one bothers me.

Of course, I also tend to wear jeans and my stompy boots and never wear low-cut blouses, so no one has the "Did you see how she was DRESSED?" excuse.

[Talon]

Sorry your night was interrupted so much by the cockroach brigade.

Especially if you touch my hiney or my boobs....you're buying yourself a one way ticket to the ER, at the very least.

The ER? I would have thought it would be a one-way ticket to the morgue myself

[BookstoreEscapee]

The only bar I go to is this rather classy-looking place designed for Hanging Out rather than getting drunk. Has the benefit of being in the lobby of a hotel.

When I was with Ex we used to hang out at a bar down the street from his apartment. It was also in a hotel, so it tended to be a rather laid back crowd. There were lots of regulars but the rest were generally people in town for the night, or the occasional wedding party in between the ceremony and the reception. I'm not really a "bar" person and I don't drink to get drunk, so it was a nice atmosphere to hang out in. Plus it was so close to home that Ex could walk home if he needed to (and did, a little too often for my liking, but at least he didn't drive).

[sms001]

I know it's not much consolation Blas, but us decent guys dislike the male creepers almost as much as you women.

It's tough enough to approach someone like you and your friend with that nice "Hello" and get stomped because you're worn out from fending off the riff-raff. What's even worse is seeing one of these jerks in action and knowing he's just made someone you might like to talk to pissed off.

I think most of us (guys) try to squelch this sort if (dog forbid) they are one of our acquaintances, but it's a tough row to hoe....

[blas]

We don't have much for classy bars around here.....the one bar that's in a hotel is just as scuzzy at the bars by the university and the ones downtown....

[AccountingDrone]

I used to hang out at gay bars, the guys never hit on me and I could score great clothing and makeup tips from the crossdressers

Though there was one lesbian bar that was great - a friend of mine was the bartender and I used to go hang out there until he was closing up so we could go out and have fun elsewhere. At least all the lesbians I ever met would take no for an answer [and one taught me the greatest version of a swing 2 step that I hadn't seen before. I really miss dancing ]

[BethB]

I feel your pain. Every night I ever went out I was ALWAYS attracting the Creepers, as you call them. 99% of the time I wanted to be left alone and enjoy the scenery and the, rest I danced with friends. Okay maybe less than 99 but still. I felt like I had a sign posted on me saying "why yes, I am a freak magnet".

[blas]

I have no idea whatsoever it is about me or my friends that attracts them. I want it gone.

[AdminAssistant]

You have boobs. It's really all it takes.

I'm not "hott" by society's standards and I get creepers. Not many, but I do get them.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

If they call you a frigid bitch (or whatever) tell them that you are actually a frigid cunt.

Guys don't want to think you have a fouler mouth than they do. Also, "cunt" is probably the biggest bullet in their arsenal. If you use it yourself, you effectively rob them of it and anything else they can think of to call you. Because they won't be able to top that particular slur. They will be caught flat footed.

You and your friend should pretend to be together. You should also consider packing, at the very least, mace.

Dude starts hassling you and won't pound sand, just call the cops. Why should you have to put up with that?

[blas]

Kinkoid, I think you forgot about the fact that I like to wear very pointy stilleto high heels. They make perfect tools for bashing a man's skull in if needed.

That and the huge diaper bag size purse my friend insists on having with her at all times is pretty dangerous as well. I've been almost knocked over by that thing before, and that was an accident.

[Akasa]

That reminds me... I'm going to have to think of a new way to get rid of creepers. I used to just sic male friends on them, but now I only have a couple friends locally I need to change my ways.

[blas]

While it's always been a classic move to have a fake boyfriend or have your real boyfriend with you, I just think it's sick that girls cannot go out together without shit like this happening. We girls want our quality time together, not having to make up fake names or have to get angry or hell, even violent, because stupid creepy men won't leave us alone.

It's really, really sad.