Creepers

Another stunning trend seems to be emerging in the dating world around me - the married guy. 

That's right! The ring don't mean a thing. Married men are out and about and trolling for the single ladies, like this guy on Tinder... 

Disgusting, right?

Not all men cheat on their wives. I know many good, genuine men who are happily married and have never even dreamed of cheating on their wives. When faced with temptation, they turn the other way. However, it's necessary to address the segment of the male population that is what I term the Creeper.

The term "creeping" means cheating. "Is he creepin'?" means "Is he cheating?"

A creeper is someone who is cheating, or just a weirdo. For the purposes of this post, a creeper is a cheater. Creepers are everywhere, and they're not always honest about their true identity as you saw in the Facebook post above.

I occasionally encounter the creeper while I'm out and about. I politely tell the creeper to creep elsewhere. A persistent creeper, however, may almost sweep you off your feet...almost.

Take my friend "Mina" for example. Mina does not want to accept the fact that she's dating a creeper. She's been dating a married man for about nine months. Her creeper boyfriend claims that he's getting a divorce, yet his Facebook is filled to the brim with images of him and his wife together - not quite the picture of an unhappily married couple. There is not one photo of Mina anywhere. There is not even a sliver of Mina anywhere on his Facebook. This is indicative of  one thing: a creeper.

Last night, a creeper attempted to sweep me off my feet. I told him to f*** off. I was at a dance club with some friends. We took a break from dancing and were sitting in the lounge area above the dance floor at a table. A creeper approached. I had noticed the creeper earlier and found him to be quite handsome.

When he approached me, he said, "You're too beautiful to be sitting here. Come with me. Dance with me." He took me by the hand and was about to lead me to the dance floor until I saw the golden clue on his left hand - a wedding ring. I pointed to it and said, "You're married!"
"And?"
"Get away from me."
He lifted his hands and walked away.

Later on in the evening, I saw him with a different woman. She had no wedding ring.

Unfortunately, not everyone places the same value on marriage. Last night was a reminder that I need a man who is as traditional as I am and who views marriage as something as precious as the gold on Heaven's Gates. Otherwise, I'll get stuck with a creeper. One of my best friends has a saying that I always remember when it comes to matters of betrayal, "If they'll do it with you, they'll do it to you." 

Just remember this: Married guys who cheat on their wives are shitheads, like this guy below. Don't marry a shithead. Put the creeper type exactly where the shit belongs - in the toilet, flushed away, and away from you.