During my senior year of college, I created a Creepshow Blog that chronicled all my encounters with inappropriate, pushy, verbally abusive, and seriously perverse guys. The blog is still publicly accessible, but I’m in the process of fixing it up and narrowing down the site’s goal. When I started it up in 2009, I aimed to share horror stories of all the creepy men who harassed me and my friends. Two years later, Internet users are even more impatient to power through stories and blog posts, so I’m going to alter the blog’s mission. I mainly want to post pictures of all the weirdos who bother me, and I’m going to inform them that their mugshots will appear online.
Basically, the next weirdo who says to me, “I just wanted to see your teeth!!!”, “I am Darth Vader,” or “are you as old as your airline boarding pass number (31)?”, I will say I need a photo of him for my site. That will make creepers think twice about being overly forward and crass!
As I said, we live in an ADHD culture, so until I solidify a concise game plan for my site, I won’t link to it, although it’s pretty easy to find if you google “CreepshowWatch Blogspot” 
With that, send me Creepshow submissions if you’ve ever been hounded by a psycho stalker of some sort. My good friend Cara (I’ve changed her name for privacy purposes) recently got into an odd situation where a male classmate tricked her into buying him dinner during a study session. All was fine until he took her into his car, which didn’t have handles on the inside of the passenger doors. When she inquired about this, he claimed to have custom-designed his vehicle to protect himself from Somalian pirates. Apparently, they chased him from Tempe to Tucson. Mind you, he said the pirates first went after him in Phoenix, and I’m pretty sure there are no pirates in that part of the southwest.
Anyway, all that went down and she was most upset about the fact that she footed the meal bill. To be fair, an insanely rude football player from our university also begged Cara to send him dirty cell phone pictures, so the poor girl has been through a lot the past few years.
Stay tuned for the creepshow blog and do send your own stories my way! As my mom’s boyfriend Glenn said to me a few months ago, “People seem to tell you a lot of things. Strangers approach you a lot and you’re always being given more information than you seek.” I may not be the most aggressive 22-year-old, but I do have a peculiar way of connecting with people and getting them to share their insane stories.
I’m happy to report that my DC dating article, which has more than 1,000 Facebook shares, inspired a blogger to muse upon her own romantic experiences in the nation’s capital:
Yesterday I read this article on the web, “Washington an “intellectual meat market,’ tough dating hub for women;” and it made me laugh and recall my days of being single in the city. In those days, I had a great apartment in DC on Wisconsin Avenue and an awesome job, and my friends were pretty cool and interesting. My dating life was… interesting and my dates were super random.Not to romanticize the past, the dating part wasn’t exactly Carrie Bradshaw, more like Cathy –“ACK”.
But city life turned into a disappointment, as she encountered tons of men who only wanted to hear about her profession:
When I was single in DC, within the first 5 minutes of a date I was asked,” Where did you go to college?”, “what do you do?”, “how long have you done it?” and “do you know …?” It is all to determine if I was the appropriate pedigree, to even continue the remainder of a date – it was intense. Living in an international city I needed to appear worldly, but after all, I am from Winston-Salem, by way of Providence, not exactly the most polished places in the world. So dating somewhat sucked – majorly. I had to wear heels, makeup, and fancy dresses – yadda yadda yadda
Thankfully, she found solace after relocating to the southeast, where she met a quality lad who was more interested in her as an individual than her job:
Then I went to North Carolina and met a man that asked me out on a bowling date and never asked me what I did for a living. So I quit my job and decided to live off of him, in order to do this I had to get married and have his baby.
Hooray for a positive twist! Even so, I won’t be moving any time soon for the sake of bumping into down to earth men. Though I miss west coast people, way of life, food, and surroundings all the time, I prefer the work pace and journalism jobs of the east, so I’ll sacrifice a few relationships to stay put.
But I do wish Virginia didn’t have suck a hicktown feel to it. Earlier today, I walked past a paunch bellied man in a Speedo who was simultaneously fanning his crotch and cooking steak on his grill. Who does he think he is, Anthony Weiner? I applaud men with enough confidence to bare all in public, but why draw so much attention to your junk in broad daylight?
Now that we’re on the topic of Weiner, check out my piece on the naked therapist who has offered the New York congressman her services. Only time will tell how he’ll respond! I’m hoping the piece gets picked up by other sites, so let me know if you see that other news outlets have covered it. The Weiner scandal lasted a lot longer than I expected, but can he?
