Chores?!

This is an s.o.s. I need someone to give me a crash course on how to talk to guys. I think that its gone from bad to worse. For example, every Friday we frequent the Tonic Room and, let's just call him the greatest bouncer ever, is there. I don't know why I keep going back I've managed to completely embarrass myself every weekend.
Little known fact about me, I love McDonald's ice cream. So there is a Mickey D's down the street from the Tonic Room, so I've decided that it is acceptable to go every week and get a cone. I just don't know why I think that it's fine to bring ice cream to the bar. Every week. No one looks good stuffing thier face with ice cream. And this week he found out all of our ages and deemed me a baby. I don't know why whenever someone calls you a baby, you immediately begin to act like one. My brilliant response to that was to stomp my feet in protest and declare I am not a baby. To further add to my baby image was our conversation thirty minutes later when he asked what I was doing on Saturday. I decided it was ok to admit that I was doing chores. At my house. Where I still live with my parents. HEELLPP!
Despite all this I will be back next week. Complete with ice cream.
love,
ktv