He REALLY wanted to get in my pants.

Several years before I met my main squeeze Sam, I flirted with the idea of casually dating a guy I knew for a while named Mitch.  

Mitch definitely did not fit the type of dude I have dated in the past.  He had a ton of tattoos and piercings, was definitely the most masculine man I have ever met, and was also a smoker.  Looking back, I shouldn't have been interested, solely because of the smoking.  Now I won't go anywhere NEAR a smoker.  No offense, it's not that I hate who you are or anything.  It's just a stinky horrible unhealthy habit that makes me want to vomit.  Mitch was also within one of our military branches - again, not my typical date.

I've known him for about 5 years before we started seeing each other romantically, so I thought well, at least there will be no surprises.  I was a dumb-ass to make that assumption.

He asked me to go on a date with him, and to meet some of his buddies.  I said sure, no problem.  After all, we were going to a bonfire at the beach and make smores.  I'm already sold, I don't even need Mitch there to have a good time.

When we get to the beach, I realize that it's a Christian youth group type of meeting.  They all had their guitars, and were singing songs about our good ol' Jesus.  Well, Mitch has known all along that I don't have a religion and that I don't really like to partake in church-y type of things.  So I was a bit surprised that he invited me to meet his friends at this type of event.  Three hours later, the songs were still coming, the prayer group were still prayin', and there were no smores.  It was getting dark and cold, so I told Mitch it was time to take me home.

He asked if I had a good time.  I said, well you know I'm not religious and it was hard sitting there acting like I am engaged in this type of event so I was uncomfortable.  He clearly thought he could recruit me in this beach bonfire event.  There have better damn well be smores if I'm going to consider Jesus as my lord.  

Now don't get me wrong.  I think there are amazing things and traditions within all religions which I think are interesting and valid.  However,  I just don't have that level of faith or interest in the matter.

I decide to give Mitch one more shot, as far as dating goes.  He said he promised, no shenanigans this time, he was going to take me out to dinner.  I said, that sounds good and to pick me up at 6pm.  

I was really tired that day, and needed a serious nap before going out to dinner.  So I set my alarm for 5:15 to pull it together before he comes and picks me up at 6pm.

He shows up to my door at 5:45, and my old roommate opens the door letting him in.  He then decides to come to my room and knock on the door and let me know that he's here (and early).  I was kinda pissed - let your lady take her time.  Don't rush her!  Not sexy...

So I told him that I was getting dressed and that I needed a few minutes before heading out.  He decides to just let himself in my room anyway.  Luckily I was wearing a shirt already, but I was in my thong with my jeans on the floor.  I was finishing up my makeup, and my jeans & shoes were going to be the last thing on before walking out to see him.

He busts open the door, sees my jeans on the floor.  Mind you, he could have cared less that I am in a lacey thong with mascara in hand...  Mitch then says:  "Sarcastical girl, can I try on your pants?  We look like the same size.  I just want to see if they fit."

Mitch then strips down to ugly-ass boxers mind you, and puts on my jeans.  Uhhhhh what?

We never made it to dinner.  I just said it wasn't gonna work out, and that he needed to give my back my jeans immediately.  

We haven't talked since...