My so-called "fiancé" doesn't even know my favorite color

I love him, but I'm starting to think he doesn't love me. Why else would he say that catgirls are so cute in front of me and not know that they're so disgusting to me? I guess I'll never find a man that loves me for who I am.<br><br>EDIT: I'm probably going to die a lonely spinster who can't find a man who loves me <br><br>EDIT 2: I'm thinking about breaking up with him. He hasn't changed his ways.