In the last week I have come up with every excuse outlined in that stupid book, He's Just Not That Into You. I haven't read it but I still know it's the story of my current life:
He's afraid of how much he likes me.
He's taking time to get himself together so he can be "worthy" of me.
His phone is dead. He's out of cellphone range.
He's really busy.
He's gonna surprise me.
He's just not that into me. And, truth be told, until he stopped communicating with me, I wasn't that into him either.
On the other hand, I *am* that into these dudes. They are helping me keep what's left of my sanity.