He’s most likely using you as his beard.

So the 42-year-old supposed “best catch in town” took me to lunch and paid with a coupon (first red flag). We saw each other once a week for about nine months, he changed his Facebook status to “in a relationship,” and told everyone we are serious. He expected me to pay for our dates 90 percent of the time, never made plans, and bragged all the time about his job and his house. But that’s not even the worst part — he was also super creepy with 14-year-old boys that he coached on a baseball team: texting them all the time, giving them each nicknames, buying them gifts, and dropping everything to spend time with them. This was compounded by the fact that, in those nine months, he only kissed me three times, and I initiated. I practically threw myself at him, and dropped a million hints that I wanted physical contact, and got nothing. I finally ended things with a “we have no future.”