So I had my second date with this guy tonight.

I wanted us to go to the Mozart recital but he insisted on the date being at his place. He opened another bottle of that cheap wine he likes. When he winked and told me it was 'French', I felt a part of me die inside.

He served what he called his version of Indian food but whatever that stuff it wasn't Indian and, to be honest, I know I'm Indian but I felt slightly offended on behalf of the American-Indian community.

Anyway, so as soon as we had finished eat the topic of blowjobs comes up. I suddenly realise why he insisted on having the date at his place and why he kept refilling my glass with more of that cheap wine that he kept saying was French but unpretentious. I figure he obviously wanted to get more intimate with me so I tell him I do what I want. Ok, so I lied, but I don't want him to know I'm a virgin or anything. So, I spend too much time going to opera and reading at the library (I cycle there, if you must know).

Anyway, so as I'm leaning in for what I thought would be a kiss he holds his hand up and tells me that "I'll learn real quick what no sounds like from a guy". Like wow, I know. I didn't think I gave off 'virgin vibes' but clearly I did. I'm totally offended - how dare he lecture me on what I should learn? How dare he look at me in that condescending way?

So, I ask him. I ask him what he meant by that?

I can't remember what he said but he basically implied that I was a slut. Then he muttered something about too much Indian food and went off to the toilet.

I couldn't believe this. I felt so insulted. I felt shamed. I put my shoes back on - yes, he made me take them off at the door (and I was wearing a dress! jerk.). I put my coat on and then he burst out of the bathroom and demanded to know where I was going. He said he doesn't let girls give him blowjobs on the second date if he didn't want them and he didn't let girls leave his apartment if he wasn't finished with them!

I stormed out of there as quickly as I could. I ran down the hallway and out on to the street, where I immediately burst in to tears. I cycled home, feeling so broken.

What did I do wrong in this situation? Is it my fault? I feel bad about this, but the more I think about it, the more I'm angry and sure he's nuts.

Opinions?