In the poor guy’s defense, he picked me up from a hotel, watched me kiss a certain somebody goodbye, and proceeded to have this conversation with me:
Him: Hey there. You’re headed to [address?]
Me: Yep, that’s right.
Him: Fun plans for tonight?
Me: Ah, yeah, I’m meeting my boyfriend for dinner at [restaurant.]
Him: Oh. Um. Ah. Oh. Well…erm…have a nice time.