No Wonder I'm Still Single

I've had a few drinks so this may not make sense, but I am fuming and very upset at the same time.
I went out tonight, thinking that no one that I knew would be out. Tim is stuck in Cardiff filming and so I was resigned to the fact that I would be out on my own. I got a text from Niall asking if I was out. I was tempted to say I wasn't, but thought that he may see me anyway so decided to be honest. He joined me in Rupert Street where I had gone after one drink in a very empty Comptons.
We had about 3 drinks there before going on to Barcode. Barcode was busy, but mainly because only the upstairs was open, as per usual on a Thursday. I was really unimpressed with the music and was tempted to leave. Niall went to the toilet and pointed out a guy who was interested in me. I thought that he had been interested in Niall and so had ignored him. I didn't see Niall again after that.
I got talking to the guy, Max, who was from the UK but had a slight Aussie accent due to living there for a while. I really thought that we were getting on alright and I even began to really open up to him. He told me that he was flying out to Barcelona tomorrow and so I assumed that he wasn't one of those guys just looking for a fuck tonight. Turns out that I was wrong. I opened up to him and admitted (if that is the right term) that I am not into fucking or being fucked. Max is a total top apparently and despite me admitting that I would like someone to teach me how to get fucked and enjoy it, he would rather get someone who liked being fucked already. He made his flimsy excuse and said he wanted to speak to a friend of his, seconds later I saw him snogging another guy.
No wonder I am single when every guy I ever get interested in only ever wants me so they can fuck me.
I really thought that this guy was a nice one, who may be willing to take it slowly with me and teach me how to enjoy being fucked (because I really do not enjoy it, and haven't been fucked for at least 12 years now). But it turns out that every guy that I meet is a complete arsehole only after one thing, to fuck my arse no matter what I want. Max was like this, Mauro was like this, several guys at the gym are like this and the unnamed guy who I gained a Calvin Klein watch off was like this, all despite me telling them upfront that I don't like being fucked. It makes me fucking despair of the shallowness of the gay scene.
All I want is to be intimate with a nice guy, to get to know them and THEN to let them experiment with maybe fucking me. I suffer for being honest with guys upfront. Why are guys such fucking arseholes?
I barely managed to hold back my tears of anger, frustration and disappointment all the way home. "F*ck*ng c*nt", is all I can think.
I guess that is what I get for letting my guard down. I normally do not let people through my armour so quickly. Serves me right I suppose.