Matt is a homophobe

Matt found himself shaking.

He'd always had a secret fear that he was gay and the religious upbringing his mother had instilled in him meant he could never accept his true preferences.

Being surrounded by other gay guys, though, was too much. What if he couldn't control himself. What if he got down under the tables and started randomly sucking dicks?

"We can't go in there," he said.

"Why not?"

"Because there are gay people there."

"So?"

"So, what if they--"

"What? **** me? Seriously?"

"I just don't--"

"Ohmigod, I thought you were cool. You really are a homophobe? That is so... 1950s."

"It's not that I don't like gay people. Some of my best friends are--"

"You know, Matt. This date was a bad idea. I think I'm going to go now."

"But what about--"

"Fine. I'll drive you back home. But please erase my number from your phone. I'm not picking it up again anyway."

This was a bad ending. I suggest backing up and choosing one of the other options.