"Men speak conveniently of love when it serves their purpose"

So here's the long version. M was supposed to call me Thursday to make plans for the weekend, he didn't. No skin off my back, I made plans for Friday. He calls me at 6:00 Fridat night and leaves no message. Then at 7:30 he sends a text saying that he hopes I have a good night out if we don't talk. I answer saying that he A) needed to call before 6:00 to make plans and then B) when he does leave a message. I also said he could call later if he wanted. So he does and once again no message. My evening ran later than I thought it would, when I got home I had 1 message and 2 text. I didn't answer when I was out because to me it's rude to pick up the phone when you're with other people. Well he basically reamed me out for not answering and accused me of playing games. I sent a text the next morning explaining it all, but had pretty much given up on this one going anywhere. To close way to fast. We only met once and he was already wanting me at his every beck and call. I am no one's beck and call girl!
Wait though it gets better. All I wanted for the game Sunday was to go out, have a beer, some wings and pizza, and a cigarette. No one to do that with I went on my own. Half way through the 4th period I got hit on. He was cute enough so of coarse I stayed and chatted. Around 10:00 my phone rings, yep, you guessed it M called 3 times in a 10 minute span. The 1st message just said give me a call. Number 2 was the I'm sorry. He blamed it all on work. He had some huge project going on and knew he would have to work the weekend and really wanted to see me. He said it hurt him. Number 3 started off saying this wasn't going to work (duh!) and he was really upset that he could never get a hold of me. That part of a relationship is being there for the other person and I wasn't.
WE WENT ON ONE DATE! There is no relationship. I'm certainly not going to sit around and pine over someone I just met. I have a life. I agree that it's good to be there for the person when needed in a relationship. We didn't have a relationship. I sent him a text when I got home and said that it wasn't going to work, and why. He messaged back saying ok and good luck. I felt pretty good about it all at that point. This morning I have an email saying that he's falling in love with me because I'm so flexible.
PYSCHO! I couldn't believe it. There are so many red flags it is not funny. My next move is too ignore all advances. I already told him that we are not going to work. My job is done.
As for the guy I met at the bar. That's not going anywhere either. It had a great start and I even gave him my number. Then he started preaching to me. Not lecturing, preaching the word of God. God and I have a very special relationship and I don't need anyone telling me how to work it. Especially in a bar at 1:00 in the morning after 5 beers. There has to be at least one normal guy left, doesn't there?