The person, (usually a man), at the end of the bar who thinks he’s still “got it” and can make plays for college women. The Cryptcreeper often keeps the keys to his BMW obtrusively on the bar in front of him to make sure everyone sees his material wealth. the Cryptcreeper winks, a lot, and buys a lot of rounds always flashing cash. He usually goes home alone and breaks out the lotion for some one on none action:
Oh. My. God! Becky, that old guy is totally watching you… ewwww, did he just smile and wink? He’s so old, look at all his wrinkles. He’s like Phil Donahue’s dad or something. He’s a creeper. A total creeper and so old, like the Crypt Keeper… He’s a Cryptcreeper! Well, maybe he’ll buy us a drink…