The Night I Almost Slept With the Devil

I was in the US Army. I was stationed in Wurzburg, Germany for two years. <br><br>I was in a now-defunct hip clothing store in the heart of Wurzburg. The store was called “H & M” for short. This was the mid 90s mind you. <br><br>Long story short, a guy comes in, we start talking, we hit it off pretty fast, I now have plans for a date with this guy. A few hours later we’re walking in the woods, having a nice time, shooting the shit. <br><br>Long story even shorter, we’re back at my room in the barracks for a night cap, now shooting the shit and smoking cigarettes. The room was a pretty standard military room for one person, with typical army gear but also a bunch of girl stuff everywhere. <br><br>This dude, who now had his arm around me, mind you, now tells me that he now thinks I’m “too good” for him. Like, wtf?<br><br>He’d been the one to hit on me in the first place, like a panther. He’d been flirting with me and making incredible conversation, so I just now started getting really confused. Like what just happened? <br><br>I’m like “too good” for him? Like, wtf? I sure didn’t feel too good for anyone. I was in the military, now deployed overseas, and in the infantry of all things. I just now felt like I was too good for nobody. <br><br>He now wants to know if I was gay. Not that he was gay, mind you. But that *I* was gay. Like now wtf?<br><br>I just now started getting a very bad vibe from this now very confusing guy. <br><br>I’m like “I’m *not* gay, but what the fuck is going on here?” <br><br>Long story now really really shorter, turns out that this guy was going on dates mostly with women, working at a now-defunct German Radio One equivalent radio station, but was mostly using the radio station to meet women. He was now calling himself “the radio Romeo,” and was getting mostly blowback from women for using the radio station to meet them. <br><br>So now he’s starting to switch his tactics, mostly now hitting on women in places he figured they’d least expect it. <br><br>So now he sees me in the clothing store, and right off the bat figures out that I’m a woman, then uses the same tactics on me. <br><br>I just now started getting really pissed off at now not only the tactics, but now the fact that I was *supposed* to be a man. <br><br>I just now started getting a now VERY bad feeling about this guy, for many different reasons. <br><br>Let’s just say I was really glad to have a third person present (the barracks room-mate.) It was a really terrifying situation, that I’m really glad I got out of. <br><br>A few days later, I was back in the clothing store. <br><br>The same guy I’d seen working there approaches me. He saw me talking to the other guy, apparently. <br><br>This other guy was a really nice guy, who now really educated me about the other guy who’d hit on me. <br><br>Long story really really really short, apparently this guy was a lost cause, and had no intention of ever changing. <br><br>Let’s just say I’m glad I now dodged that bullet.