not as bad as he seemed to think

I've had a hard time trying to pin down what I feel in regards to Steel. I still am not sure. I have frequently felt that he was just humoring me, but I don't know why. I am not sure what he got out of being with me, other than sex. He seemed dissatisfied with me in every other way. I realize now that the feeling I've had all this time is that I will never do anything that is right in his eyes.
This is a bizarre feeling. I do not enjoy it. I do not understand it. He has an indescribable pretension that I've put up with because I felt he had other redeeming qualities. What it comes down to, though, is he is uninterested in acknowledging his feelings. He is uninterested in anything of personal growth that may require pain or effort. In short, he despises introspection; specifically of himself.

"You never just coast." He said it like it was some kind of revelation. It made me angry because within that phrase was every assumption he could make about me and my life. It was full of frustration with how I do things. He doesn't respect me or my choices. He thinks he does everything "right." I hate watching him walk. He has a swagger. I felt slightly embarrassed by it. The tilt of his head also annoyed me; like he wanted to literally look down his nose at everyone. He is not better than me or anyone I know. He is a one trick pony. He lamented my lack of passion. I have passion in droves. He never tried to discover my obsession. I wanted to know him. He wanted to coast.
I can make these claims without fear of reprisal. I will not contact him. He feels like I'm not good enough for him. He is far more shallow than I could have realized. He does not look beyond the surface. Me, I look everywhere else.
We could have complemented each other nicely.
I hate when people use the claim "I didn't want to hurt you" as some excuse for inaction. He is a coward. He has no ambition if it does not further his music. Good luck to anyone who may set their eye upon him. I hope someone someday helps him to see.