Playing dodge ball

The arrangement was specific; we would meet halfway in the middle and go Dutch on the tab for sushi.
I specifically made these arrangements so there wouldn't be any pressure or uncomfortable moments.
No expectations.
I wasn't particularly enjoying the sexual innuendo dodge ball we were playing.
It had begun after the server brought our sodas.
The service was not slow.
He would throw out a sexual comment, thinly veiled, and I would let it smack down into our conversation with a stinging echo like a rubber ball against hot cement.
It would take him a few moments to chase down the echo, the silence following it into an awkwardness, until he could rebound into a comfortable conversation.
Comfortable conversation wouldn't last long before he'd smack in another sexual innuendo and I would dodge it again, it was tiresome.
I had decided fifteen minutes into the date that it would be ending as soon as the meal was over.
It wasn't unbearable, just not enjoyable, so I opted not to be rude and leave in the middle of the meal.
But I had better things to do...laundry, cleaning out my car, washing my dogs...
At the end of the meal the server brought the bill. I reached for my purse.
He snatched it up with a "sorry, babe, but I got it".
First, very few people can call me "babe" and not have it piss me off.
Babe is a term of endearment that when said by the wrong person sounds like nails scrapping down a chalk board.
Second, I felt my blood pressure spike with irritation that he wasn't abiding by the agreement.
I reminded him what we agreed to and he responded by telling me that he didn't want to be obligated to "put out" because I paid the bill.
He joked about some unwritten rule that if a women paid for a date, even partially, the male was obligated to have sex with her.
It wasn't a funny joke.
It was a failed attempt at convincing me that I owed him repayment in the form of sex.
My reaction was to give the server my card with instructions to charge half of the bill to it. Her tip increased for being astute enough to just nod, smile, and do exactly as I instructed.
Then I turned to him and said, "Since we're both paying we can just go our separate ways and masturbate".
It is possible I was snide when I said it but he just laughed in that way that people laugh when they are uncertain what to say or do in response to something someone else said or did.
Outside the restaurant we said good-bye.
No physical contact at all. No promise of future calls. No feigned interest in "doing it again".
That was two hours I will never get back.