Chemistry- not just a class in high school

So back in the day when I actually got to leave to go pick up my lunch, I used to go to this little make-your-own salad place next door to my office. I developed way too much of a routine, always going down at the same time each day and ordering the exact same thing, so it wasn't surprising that I started recognizing some of the same customers in there every day. One guy was particularly cute so after about 3 weeks of smiling at each other and saying hi in line every day we finally had an actual conversation and exchanged numbers.

We went out to dinner and things were looking awfully promising, he literally was everything I was looking for on paper: V.P. of an investment bank on wall street, went to Pomona and was an all american in track and field, volunteer fire fighter with FDNY, super cute, didn't drink, loved ice cream, and was so chivalrous and refused to let me pay for anything. But then we ran into 2 major problems- 1) We kissed and had ZERO chemistry. I don't know how it's possible that I have more of a spark with the other random weirdos, who are unemployed an uncute, than this guy, but it was literally like kissing an aggressive cousin. And 2) He thought my roommate was hot (haha, my lovely ex-roomie if you're reading this you know exactly who I'm talking about huh?). So our romantic relationship pretty much ended there but we have continued to hang out for the past year on and off for dinners and movies and stuff. For the most part we've been on pretty good dates (are they still considered dates when you know you're not interested in each other?) but one missed the mark:

He texted one Monday morning asking if I had plans that night, and since I pretty much never have plans and am not disciplined enough to pull the "If you wanna see me you have to ask me 3 days in advance" I told him I was free. He said he had awesome tickets to the Yankee game that night and he was bringing one of his clients and his date as well. So I agreed to go and met him after work to head up to the game. We took the subway up there and seeing as it was August and NYC it was about 95 degrees on the train so I was sweaty and slightly grouchy when we got there but he kept talking about how awesome it was gonna be, and how he didn't know who his client was bringing but he was sure it would be fun cuz he told his client he was bringing "a cool younger girl" (he's in his mide 30s) and his client said he was doing the same.

We made it to our seats, which to his credit were pretty sick, and he greets this nice looking guy who was probably in his early 40s. So I say hi too and am waiting to meet his date who I'm hoping will be nice since I know the guys are gonna have to talk business a little bit, when he steps aside and I see a 7th grader. No joke. The guy brought his 7th grade daughter. And he was a super overprotective dad who kept asking me to take his daughter to the bathroom (can't you go by yourself when you're 13?), and gave me money to go buy her a tshirt and all that stuff. So yeah, I basically got brought along on the "date" to be a babysitter. Luckily she was pretty cool for a 13 year old and I'm not very mature for a 25 year old so we talked about Miley Cyrus and Twilight and got along great, but still...