Disappointment No Surprise

From a young age, about 6 or 7, I have had men walking out of my life without a seconds thought. It's like they get to a certain point with me then WHOOSH they disappear.
One would think that after having this happen a time or two I would accept the fate life has handed me. If nothing else you'd think I would become numb to the pain of having to watch them walk away. But for whatever reason I cling to the smallest thread of hope that maybe, just maybe, this one will hang around. This one will find something in me worth loving.
"He" was supposed to come by last night. I was told he wanted to see the new house - and do some catching up. I gave him until 7, I figured he may have had to work late. I didn't want to call. I wanted to make him think that seeing him was just something casual. I didn't want him to think it actually meant something to me. Because that would mean that HE meant something to me. But I called. I wasn't going to ride his ass about not showing - or at the very least calling to tell me he wasn't coming, but he didn't answer. I didn't bother leaving a message - I knew that even if I tried to disguise my disappointment and annoyance it would come seeping through my voice.
There's a pretty good chance I'll have to see him today. I figure I'll just play the "I don't really give a shit" card. Yeah, it's going to hurt like hell, and I'm sure he'll see right through me, but I don't see any other way around it. Plus, if I play it cool he'll have no choice but to wonder why I'm not flipping out. Then that will make him squirm even more.
Bottom line I will not, under ANY circumstances, ask when we can get together. I will not allow the thought to even enter my mind when I am in his company. He initiated the whole thing - the ball is in his court.