The Kind-Hearted Smart Aleck

So, I think I have it figured out...maybe. Not that anyone other than me cares, but eh, whatever. I recently wrote about someone I've grown uncomfortable to be around and have felt for a long while, pretty much since we met, that he hasn't cared for me much and over time, this dislike for me has only grown. I don't want to come across as arrogant, but pretty much everyone at this place loves me, including his wife. Whenever I enter, I get a bunch of hugs and kisses. People buy me drinks like it's my birthday. I've even had my full tab paid for on a few occasions, sometimes by people whom I would have called strangers before the night started. I seem to bring a certain life to the place that is absent when I'm not there. His wife will even text me telling me to come down there, because it's boring. I'll bring little gadgets or joke-material which gets a laugh out of just about everyone except for him. I'll circulate the place, talk to and get along ...