Man's ego show backfires

So at my last retail job, this guy about 10 years older than me was apparently in love with me. There was constant flirting, complimenting, asking me out and all. I respected him, and liked him as a friend, he was a real classy, sweet guy...but he just wasn't my type and I just wasn't feeling it all, I was more comfortable being a friend. When one of his buds asked me what I had thought about him, I told him straight up I didn't like him in that way and would rather want to be friends and professional coworkers. The guy obviously found out, and he put up a front of trying to impress me, act younger than his age (my age), talk about clubbing, he was playing games now...ignoring me and such. He stopped giving me attention and rather went out to make me jealous...and being human I admit, I was a tad...i didn't know what was up with him. Other girls who work in our store also started liking him...and complimenting him..and I felt horrible I didn't give him a chance....

But in a couple of weeks after his new 'bad boy' side, he asked me out again and said hey, what are you doing this weekend...and I was like to myself, what the heck lets see what happens next. So I said nothing and he asked me to go with him to a really nice restaurant and hang out. I agreed and felt good, that I was nice about it, I don't like rejecting people, it makes me feel bad about myself.

Anyways, so he took me to this really high-end italian restaurant...i wore a nice fancy top with casual jeans, and he wore a nice dress shirt and pants. I was happy at first I gave him a chance and felt like I was being a good person...but the night got more awkward when he was still fronting a 'bad boy' image. At this point, I just wanted him to be himself again...but he was acting all macho...and he was checking out all other girls in the restaurant while we were looking at the menu, he was discussing the high end status of the restaurant and how he has big bucks...he even made fun of other men who brought their signifcant other that night, pointing out how they dressed crappy and he pretty much judged them and was being fake. I just wanted him to go back to normal...I even tried to lighten the mood and talk about work, funny inside jokes...and he just talked about the mercedes he wants someday, the big bucks he wants to earn...etc. I didn't even know who he was anymore...and I wanted to leave because I felt totally uncomfortable I was out with a d-bag. I waited for the food impatiently, talked here and there lighty...he was being overly flirty and tried to touch me as much as he could...i was just waiting for the bill to come after one and half hours of agony.

After we finally asked for the bill, he was smiling at me and had specks of spinach in his teeth, and he even said we would go for dessert after and ehm ehm may be something more...while I anxiously was brainstorming how I would get out of the situation...but turned out I didn't have to...because when he opened the bill...his face looked like he was constipated. He took out his wallet, and seemed nervous...and asked me questions to distract me like what I wanted for dessert and such..and then he kept looking through his wallet...and said he would be right back...im guessing he went to the bathroom...or tried to find an atm...

I sat there patiently, with the decision that I would offer to pay and if anything he could pay me back later if he wanted to...

but the next thing I know, the manager and waitor of the restaurant are fighting with him, cursing yelling in the back of the restaurant, and everyone is watching the scene smurking...

I never felt more embarassed!

The sad part is, my date wasn't even trying to resolve the issue, in telling the restaurant manager he would pay by check or he could be billed or something, he was the one who started the quarrel exclaiming the food was bad and not worth the price, and he didn't want to pay for it at all. HOW CHEAP!

I couldn't take it anymore, and got all red, I was humiliated! I ran up to the scene gave $65 bucks to the manager and grabbed my date and left.

He didn't even apologize and still continued to vent of how the food wasn't worth the price and how he's never going back there again. he didn't even offer to pay me back. Instead, he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place and "chill" and I just looked at the car window, grasping my fists and said "you could just drive me home...and if you want to save your car gas...I'll just take a cab."

Worse date of my life. I didn't even look at him at work anymore, and pretended it never happened, as he still continued to flirt with me and ask me out. He never even said sorry or offered to pay me back.

What a loser!

Thank God it's over! At least now I know not to feel bad about being honest and rejecting someone I'm not into.