He really is a creep. It’s just that tonight he’s wearing a mask that reflects his inner being. Looking up girls skirts or down their shirts, the hairs on the back of your neck stand when he’s lurking around the party. Always a weird comment at the worst moment. Like that one time at that bar downtown when you were totally going to score with that chick but he came up to you and put you in a headlock and started to yell about your genital warts. Go away Rob, you’re a creep.