It's too bad that you stood me up. I liked you. A lot. But hey, nobody has to hit me over the head with a two-by-four for me to realize that you're just not interested. Oh, wait, apparently they do. But not more than once or twice. Seriously. I get it now.
That whole not calling me thing should have tipped me off sooner. Oh sure, I made excuses to myself for you: shyness, bad schedules with the kids, crazy holiday commitments, yadda, yadda, yadda. But it really takes very little time, and demonstrates a whole lot more chutzpah to call someone up and say, "Hey, it was nice meeting you, but this really isn't going to work, what with how far away we live from each other/our conflicting child-visitation schedules/me shipping out to the French Foreign Legion/enter other vaguely believable excuse here/, so good luck and maybe I'll see you around", instead of making a date with me just to get me off the phone and then not showing up. It's just plain nicer. Really.