I apologise in advance for the lengthy post.
Some backstory: he messaged me on GayRomeo and we chatted. He's a bisexual guy and while I didn't feel like I had found a soulmate, we clicked tolerably well. Only question mark for me was the fact that he had a picture of a blonde chick on his profile. Bad taste, but I didn't think that much of it.
So we chatted for a bit and we decided to go on a date. Venue of choice this time: the cinema. After some online discussion about which film we'd see, he suggested (wait for it...!) Confessions of a Shopaholic. I told him that was the opposite of what I would see (I had previously suggested X-men Origins, Australia and Bolt), but if that's what he wanted to see, sure. I figured I could get my gay on with Kinsella if need be and if it was really bad, we could always just make out for the entire duration of the film.
So I got to the cinema, where he was waiting. We sat down outside for a bit (first lovely day of the year) and got to know each other. It took him less than a minute to say the word 'ex-girlfriend'. Apparently, they had just broken up, she had left him for another man, whom she immediately married. Then he went on and on about *girls* and how pretty they were, interspersed with disconnected jabberings on how good it would be to be rich (you wouldn't have a care in the world) and how to be happy you had to just accept your situation even if you could change it. At some point, I mentioned my gayness and he said "well, at some point you have to make a choice", which pissed me off royally. Oh, and he talked about girls. A lot. While eyeing the ones that walked by. Hellooo, date over here? I reckoned he was thinking the same thing as I was: "what the hell am I doing here and how can I escape?" But then he told me I was hot and that he was really looking forward to tonight.
Now, I should have already left, I know. But I figured I could at least get a movie out of it. So we got our tickets (he ogled the girl behind the counter). He led the way to the back row, to a loveseat. Oh hell. But I still thought "I paid for this ticket and I'm sitting through this bloody film". So I sat next to him, spotted that there was a stowaway armrest in between the two seats, which I then lowered. Subtle, huh? Arms and legs crossed, the movie started. It sucked, but I was adamant to sit through it, lest, I don't know, there's a hot guy in it or something.
During intermission he didn't just eye the girl behind the counter, he chatted her up. At that point I should have left (hell, I should have left before the bloody movie), but still I didn't. Film started again and at some point he got rid of the armrest, 'cause I felt him lean in and then he put his hand on my thigh and kissed me. THAT is when I finally got my stuff and left. Got a text message ten minutes later: "there's a good film, too: Unseen. Horror. Would love it if you'd come." Ignore and oh yes, go fuck yourself.
Thinking back, he treated me like a girl. His gf had just broken up with him, he thinks 'I'm done with women, I'm going to men' even though they're barely his thing and then tries it out on me... I could tell he had little experience with men - he barely registered on the bi scale. But to constantly talk about how much you like girls, to take me to the ultimate girly movie (we got some odd looks when we got those tickets!), to just generally not acknowledge the fact that I am a guy... ugh. Part of me is annoyed, part of me wonders if there are decent bi guys (I have yet to meet the first), but luckily most of me thinks it's hilarious. It's so absurd, it's funny.
Some backstory: he messaged me on GayRomeo and we chatted. He's a bisexual guy and while I didn't feel like I had found a soulmate, we clicked tolerably well. Only question mark for me was the fact that he had a picture of a blonde chick on his profile. Bad taste, but I didn't think that much of it.
So we chatted for a bit and we decided to go on a date. Venue of choice this time: the cinema. After some online discussion about which film we'd see, he suggested (wait for it...!) Confessions of a Shopaholic. I told him that was the opposite of what I would see (I had previously suggested X-men Origins, Australia and Bolt), but if that's what he wanted to see, sure. I figured I could get my gay on with Kinsella if need be and if it was really bad, we could always just make out for the entire duration of the film.
So I got to the cinema, where he was waiting. We sat down outside for a bit (first lovely day of the year) and got to know each other. It took him less than a minute to say the word 'ex-girlfriend'. Apparently, they had just broken up, she had left him for another man, whom she immediately married. Then he went on and on about *girls* and how pretty they were, interspersed with disconnected jabberings on how good it would be to be rich (you wouldn't have a care in the world) and how to be happy you had to just accept your situation even if you could change it. At some point, I mentioned my gayness and he said "well, at some point you have to make a choice", which pissed me off royally. Oh, and he talked about girls. A lot. While eyeing the ones that walked by. Hellooo, date over here? I reckoned he was thinking the same thing as I was: "what the hell am I doing here and how can I escape?" But then he told me I was hot and that he was really looking forward to tonight.
Now, I should have already left, I know. But I figured I could at least get a movie out of it. So we got our tickets (he ogled the girl behind the counter). He led the way to the back row, to a loveseat. Oh hell. But I still thought "I paid for this ticket and I'm sitting through this bloody film". So I sat next to him, spotted that there was a stowaway armrest in between the two seats, which I then lowered. Subtle, huh? Arms and legs crossed, the movie started. It sucked, but I was adamant to sit through it, lest, I don't know, there's a hot guy in it or something.
During intermission he didn't just eye the girl behind the counter, he chatted her up. At that point I should have left (hell, I should have left before the bloody movie), but still I didn't. Film started again and at some point he got rid of the armrest, 'cause I felt him lean in and then he put his hand on my thigh and kissed me. THAT is when I finally got my stuff and left. Got a text message ten minutes later: "there's a good film, too: Unseen. Horror. Would love it if you'd come." Ignore and oh yes, go fuck yourself.
Thinking back, he treated me like a girl. His gf had just broken up with him, he thinks 'I'm done with women, I'm going to men' even though they're barely his thing and then tries it out on me... I could tell he had little experience with men - he barely registered on the bi scale. But to constantly talk about how much you like girls, to take me to the ultimate girly movie (we got some odd looks when we got those tickets!), to just generally not acknowledge the fact that I am a guy... ugh. Part of me is annoyed, part of me wonders if there are decent bi guys (I have yet to meet the first), but luckily most of me thinks it's hilarious. It's so absurd, it's funny.
). Better luck next time. 
