Date 1: I'd Like to Introduce You to my Friends...and You'll Never Hear From Me Again

Date 1-"Mike"

"Mike" and I met for happy hour on a Friday night. Traffic was horrible and I got there 5 minutes late - we were supposed to meet at 6:30. At 6:45 I started to panic - was I being stood up?? On my first date since the break-up, was this really happening? As I contemplated what my next move would be - should I call him and ask if he's still coming (he gave me his # in case I got lost or needed directions) or should I play it cool and just leave the restaurant... he walked in. I recognized him immediately from his photos and stood to shake his hand.
From the second we sat down, the conversation never stopped. He was so interesting and we had so much to talk about. I feel like we never finished discussing a single topic because we'd get side-tracked and move on to the next. We were "that table" that the waitress had to keep coming back to because we hadn't even touched the menus.
We ordered a pitcher of margaritas, and the conversation kept flowing. Happy hour drinks turned into dinner, and dinner turned into him inviting me out to meet up with his friends! I was thrilled - buzzed, thrilled, and having the best time I'd had in months.
We met up with his friends and had a couple of glasses of wine - the great conversation continued. He referenced us taking his favorite gym/fitness class together. He referenced what might happen if our pets were to meet. Between his references to future events, and the way he subtly made physical contact with me to emphasize a point (brushing my arm, touching my stomach -random, I know, but it wasn't awkward at the time!) I was nearly certain that there would be a date #2.
At 11:15, he announced to the group that he needed to call it a night. We went to the valet and he paid my tip for valet. The goodbye was over before I realized that it was "The Goodbye." It was more of a sideways, arm around the shoulder, friend hug.
Neither of us said "call me" or "I hope to see you soon." But he was thoughtful enough to ask if I was OK to drive and if I knew how to get home (yes, and yes).
As I was driving home, I realized something - throughout the course of the entire evening, I'd never given him my number!!! DOH!! I mean, I had some concerns that Mike may have a bit of an ego, but I was chalking it up to first date nervousness, not arrogance. I knew I wanted to see him again so I could learn more about him. Therefore, what to do?!?
I consulted with friends, close coworkers, and friends' husbands and fiances. All agreed that a casual text message was in order - it would allow me to thank him again, and would put my cell number into his hands.
Sunday night, I texted him... brief and casual: Had a great time Friday night, thanks again. Let's catch up soon. And I signed my name.
No response by the time I went to bed. No response when I woke up in the morning. No response all day long... then it arrived. About 24 hours after I'd sent my message. I'd lie if I said I wasn't disappointed. All it said was "Thank you. Heading home." For Thanksgiving. That was it. Boo.
And that really was it. Not a word or any sort of contact with him since.
I've consulted with that same group who weighed in on the text message and there are three theories: 1) He freaked out because it went too well(note: he was engaged earlier this year) 2) He's got a girlfriend 3) He was a great actor and is able to have a good time and fun conversation with anyone
Recently, he matched up with one of my close friends (who is also on the site) and closed communication with her citing that he's "taking a break from dating." Could it possibly be #1? He hasn't closed me out yet, so maybe I'll hear from him down the road... but I'm not holding my breath.