Sequence of Events... (advice needed, please!)

So, rather than reminisce about some dating story from yesteryear... let's revisit the events of the last week or so, shall we?

As you can tell from one of my my latest postings, there were a couple of somewhat current situations beginning to come to fruition (or not).

To recap, Guy C (hamburger), was my BTN (better-than-nothing) for the time-being... and then along came Guy D (the filet).  And I was all about getting me some filet.  In fact, I equated him to Brett which is kind of a big statement on my part.  And then... the strangest sequence of events unfolded.

Now, I'm no stranger to the disappearing-guy act.  What was new to me, is the disappearing-reappearing-disappearing-reappearing-disappearing-guy act.  It's weird.  And I don't get it.

Let's just say, last weekend was intense.  I believe the term "butterflies" was used.  By him.  And then, when asked "when can I see you again?" (on multiple occasions, I might add), the non-committal, don't-want-to-scare-guys-away answer came out of my mouth each time I was asked... "yeah, just give me a call..."

(Which in hindsight, I guess kind of sounds like the polite blow-off - considering, I've definitely used that line in 'polite blow-off' scenarios before).  But I wasn't trying to do the 'polite blow-off' - quite the opposite - I was trying not to come off too eager (since that's never really worked for, well, anyone but Brett - and frankly, it didn't work for him at first either).

So, when I got home from the marathon date - I sent him a text referencing the fact that, I, too, had butterflies.

And then... radio silence.

On Monday morning I received a new, unrelated text from Guy D, asking if I'd had a chance to check out this music site he told me about...  I said that I hadn't had a chance yet.  And again... radio silence (but then again, my answer wasn't really all that thought-provoking).

Ok, so now it's Wednesday... and Mr. Eager-to-Make-Plans-at-First, has yet to try for those plans again... Hell, he hasn't even tried to even say hi!

By now, every scenario is playing in my head including the ridiculous "He's Just Not That Into You" crap that 'he's the rule - and not the exception'.  (Thanks, Greg Behrendt)  But, seriously... even my best guy friend has told me a million times over that nothing would stop him from talking to a girl he considered butterfly-inducing.  So, what gives?

I consult The Oracle.  And, I send him a text:
Me: Hope your week is going fabulously :-) Are you around this evening so I could give you a call?  I'm going through mil withdrawals after ODing on you this weekend :-) (best OD ever haha)
    *side note: I was planning on calling him that night (instead of texting) but I was in a pretty stoked
    mood (thanks to some work stuff - which he had given me some advice about) and so I was
    half-hoping once he got said text, he might initiate a little more of a convo, or call me during his
    lunch break, or at least something to feed the high I was on....
Him: I am having a tough week I'll tell you about it later though
Me: So, in that case I'll let you call me if/when u want :-)  Hope your week gets better!
   *I didn't want to seem pushy!?!

Ok... so that was that.  But Guy C did send me an email (the ever-classy way of contacting a girl you like) asking what my plans were this weekend.  I held off on responding as I was hoping Guy D was going to fill a good chunk of it.  ;-)

And then Thursday morning I get yet another random, unrelated text from Guy D:  "Happy St. Patty's Day, are you wearing green?"
Me: I am not :-(  Are you?  Having a better day?  :-)
Him: No.  Actually worse today.  I have a threshold of around 5 or 6 and currently have 7 'immediate attention items' on my plate.  I want to go drink green stuff.  How's your day going?
Me: (insert quick work recap here and then...) You sound stressed... you know what I think would help?  Hanging out with a beautiful 'blogger' :-) (although I replaced 'blogger' with my day-job).
Him: :-)

....and that was it.  No response to my half-offer.  Nothing.  So I bit the bullet and called him.  And left a message. (not a good sign...)  And I shot a response email to Guy C that as of now, I didn't have plans... if he wanted to get together.

But... he did call back later.  (Yay!)  And after some general BS chit-chat, it sounded like he was about to hang up.  So I asked him flat out, "I'm not sure if I gave the wrong signal the other night when you kept asking to make plans, and I told you to call me.  But, I meant... yeah... I do... CALL ME!  So, did you want to hang out again?"
Him: Yeah.  I could come out your way.
Me: Ok!  Great!  When?
Him: (and I'm paraphrasing here because this was a literal conversation and not a text I can refer back to) Well, you have to ask me out.
Me:  Umm... ok.  Do you want to go out on Saturday?
Him:  Yeah!  I was just trying to play it cool.  I'm not sure about Saturday though... I'll let you know tomorrow.
Me:  (Half-joking) Are you waiting for a better offer to come in?! :-)
Him:  No... I just might have a work thing. (That he didn't know about... that might just be scheduled for a Saturday night.  Yep, sounds likely, but I'll go with it.)  I'll let you know tomorrow.

End of Thursday night conversation.

So Friday morning rolls around... and I get the text:
Him:  Hey I'm going to be *away* entertaining Saturday evening.  :-(
Me:  :-(  Are you around Sunday?
Him:  Later in the evening I am.
Me:  Ok, so Sun night, then?  :-)  I can come your way if you want (sounds like you're doing a lot of driving this weekend haha)

End of Friday conversation.  Please note that it ends with an unanswered question.  And we still do not have actual "plans" for Sunday.

Now, Saturday, (which is the day right before Sunday for those of you not in front of a calendar) rolls around and I have not heard from him yet as to what's going on Sunday.  Should I go there?  Is he coming here?  Do we have a time?

So I call him.  Voicemail - yay.  (And his VM message is mildly ironic because it actually says to send a text if you want an immediate response - haha... guess I'll take my chances with the voicemail.)  And I say, very breezy-like (thanks, Monica) "Hey, was hoping to catch you before your work thing, but I guess I missed you.  Just seeing what time you were thinking for tomorrow?  Let me know, so I can plan accordingly!  Have fun tonight!"

Which brings us to the present day (well, technically, yesterday).  Sunday:  No calls.  No texts.  Nothing.  Not even from Guy C!  (What is going on!?!?)  I again consult The Oracle.  I ask whether it's better to call him out or not to waste my breath on him...  She says to rip him a new one.  I find a nice middle ground...

Here's my final voicemail to Guy D (because obviously, he didn't answer the phone):
"Hey, it's K.  I hope you're ok... or that you find your phone eventually.  Because I'd like to think that one of those is the reason I haven't heard from you.  Because I believe you are better guy than to give me the brush-off like this.  Like I said, I thought you were a great guy - and I thought we kinda had plans.  And I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt, but my gut tells me you are blowing me off.  I hope I'm wrong, but I think I'm probably right - so I just wanted to let you know that if I am right.  That's a really rotten thing to do to someone.  So good luck with everything.... Bye."

So... now I reach out to you, readers, what the hell happened here?!?!  Why, if he wasn't interested, would he even bother making plans in the first place?  I gave him plenty of opportunities to blow me off before actual plans even came into play.  Even after... when the work thing made him cancel Saturday - that would've been a perfect opportunity to pull a "things are crazy at work right now, I'll call you next week" or some lame, but still obvious blow-off like that.  But, no, instead he actually agrees to my Sunday plans.  But then doesn't follow through.

Why agree to the Sunday option?  What kind of game is this?  And aren't we adults?!?

Speaking of this... I know I wasn't super-interested either, but, regardless... Guy C... were you just taking a survey?!?  Or did you want to know what I was up to this weekend in order to go out with me at some point?

Ok, readers, what's your take?  What am I missing here?

UPDATE - Monday Morning...
So I just got a text.... (classy way to respond btw).... "Hey I got all your messages, sorry I didn't call back.  It was bad reception, bad timing, and yesterday at funspot with bobby I started feeling pretty crappy and went to sleep when I got home.  Still feelin it today a little"

Again, so we're clear "ALL my messages" was actually only TWO in a span of 3 days - the first regarding the half-assed plans, and the second to tell him where to go and how to get there.

Pretty much equivalent to stalking, I can imagine.