Nothing like going on something you think is a date, only to have the other guy set you straight about your place Over There, in the friend-zone, so he can dish about the guy he let pick him up at the bar after he ditched you, the night before after your previous apparently-never-was-a-date.
At least he was polite about it, and clear on his intent to pay for the next not-a-date, to keep things balanced and friendly.
In retrospect, he was always wanting to do stuff during the day that wouldn’t interfere with his evening plans.