Unresolvable differences and mutual dislike

The other night, Josh asked me to rope a few runs on his roping horse, just so he could see what he did with me. Let me preface by saying I think this horse is a Butt-hole. He is willing to do only one thing- load in the trailer, warm up, make clean heading runs in the roping pen, go back in the trailer, and go home. Ask him to do anything else and he will flat tell you NO. I really don't like him for this reason. 

But for some reason, my female soft hearted side saw him with rose colored glasses this night at roping practice and selectively forgot my disdain. Or, maybe it was my bull-headed cowgirl side that said, "I've got this." 

And just that day, my best girlfriend and I had been discussing coming off horses. We came to the conclusion that when you come off a horse, you learn two things. 1. You are NOT as skilled of a horseman/woman as you think you are, and 2. You have been riding enough horses to come off one.

Well, I'm sure you've already come to the conclusion of how my roping runs ended that night on old Jethro. So, let me give you the rundown of it. 

On the first run, he jolted out of the box, I was jerked back, and he tried to pass the steer. I checked, and he pinned his ears, tossed his head, and said no. 

The second run we go down, I swing and miss, and since I missed, at the end of the pen I checked up told him to go left and get off the steer. 

Then he pins his ears, shakes his head, flips me the bird, and he's like "don't you know I'm a head horse? Shut up and hang on.  I am staying with the steer no matter what even if he goes in that chute. I don't care if you missed. Get a grip, lady." 

Then I'm like "we missed and I want you leave that steer alone and go left." And he goes right, and I go left, and he looks down like- "ha ha, I won."

I will never like this horse, but I'm pretty sure he hates me even more.