You can't fire me, I quit!

We've all been there.

By 'there' I mean: you don't really like the guy, but when he blows you off, you're all "What the hell? I can't believe he stood me up. How dare he not like me when I didn't like him first?!"

Patrick is gone. He sent an email the day after the phone call saying it was a pleasure talking to me. I haven't heard from him since. True, I didn't respond to the email, but I don't think he'd be the type to take that as some signal of my uninterest. I think for his own reasons he decided to end our correspondence. That's actually fine with me. Better than fine, it's great. But I still wish I could tell him that he turned me off long before I turned him off. I guess the truth is I had the chance to tell him and I didn't. For now I'll have to believe that since I'm making no effort to contact him and find out what happened to our date, he'll understand that I don't care that he's gone.