History of bad dates Part II

It was possibly the worst date in all of San Francisco on this hot first day of summer. My Missed Connection was clearly never meant to be unmissed by Craigslist. I gave it an honest shot, but maybe dating meets technology is not for me.
I waited outside Valencia Pizza and Pasta 5 minutes before our 7:45 meeting time because the bus was early. 8 minutes late, I get a text message: On da bus. see you soon. I try not to judge the use of 'da by boys from the Midwest, because it seems like things are just different out there.
He gets there at almost 8:00. He doesn't apologize for being late. He is wearing jeans with some seriously risque fashion holes in them, and a shirt all the way unbuttoned to show some baby chest hair. You can tell he's been sweating, and his wet hairline is sticking to his head (it does so all evening). I try not to be shallow. I don't think I'm shallow, but how is it possible that a guy can look so attractive when he's just doing his laundry, and so unattractive when he's dressed for a date? We wait for another 10 minutes for a table in the most sweltering restaurant in the entire Mission. His phone rings, and he answers it and talks for a couple of minutes because it's long-distance.
When we finally sit down, he says, "You look really pretty tonight, thanks for coming out with me." I smile, and decide to try to be positive about it. We have very little to talk about, and I drink my glass of red wine down on an empty stomach. We make uninteresting smalltalk, until finally he starts telling me about a friend he has on a farm in Marin.
"They used be all about the partying, but now they don't really do that anymore, they're more just into nature. Which is cool and all, but you know, it's not the same."
"And that's a problem?"
"I mean it's really all about the partying."
I tell him I'm really not into the 60s or drug culture, and that I think any ideas or potential that they had was diluted by decadent drug use where nothing is accomplished.
He says, "I mean, when you do that, you're not really affecting others, but you are making a difference."
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"You're affecting yourself."
"And gorging yourself in decadent drug use is going to make you a better person?"
"Not a better person, but you know, it changes you. I kind of want to get back to a point where partying is like a way of life."
I can't believe I am on a date with this person, and I can't wait to leave.
It's only 9:15 when we pay the check, or rather he insists on paying, even though I've already plopped down cash in front of him: "I'm taking you out."
I am seriously crashing out from drinking red wine on no food after waiting in the hot sun. We have nothing to say, it's awkward and I'm looking down wondering how long I have to hang out in order to be polite.
"Are you watching me seriously space out?" I say.
"No, actually I'm kind of admiring your looks." I smile while looking down. I feel like a bad person. I'm seriously not into this.
He asks where we should go, and I say I can't do any more alcohol. He says coffee, I say okay because it'd be rude to go home.
We have a cup of coffee, and he tells me about his job working in sales for UPS. I would seriously rather be anywhere else in the universe, and at 9:50 I finally decide that I could probably go home without being totally rude.
"Where to now?"
"Actually, I should go home."
"Okay, fair enough."
He walks me to my bus stop on Mission, and is putting his arm around me. I don't know what to do, and it's on the tip of my tongue to say "I don't think this is going to work out," which I decide to myself I will say if he tries to kiss me.
I walk on the other side of obstacles to avoid his arm, but it's back.
I just miss a 14, so I have to wait around. He puts his arm around me. I want to be honest and cut the bullshit, but I don't know if he'll feel obligated to keep waiting with me, it seems rude, I don't know what to do. We are quiet for like 5 minutes, where is the fucking 14? All the while he has his arm around me and is rubbing my arm, and I'm looking down and don't know what to do. What is protocol for this situation? When I see the bus coming, he hugs me and says thanks for coming out with him, then kisses me on the forehead. I hope this is all, but then he closed-mouth kisses me on the lips before I board the bus. My skin is still crawling.
I guess if he calls I'll have to make up something about a new exclusive relationship or something, because he doesn't seem like the type to get the hint if I just don't call him back.

It seriously makes me rethink every okay date I've ever been on, because when I only kind of click with a guy, I don't realize that it's apparently possible to completely not click with him, and for him to still have no idea and think it's going great.