Bye Bye Bobby

This is a first.
In my 15 years of dating, I have never been stood up for a date. I've had some awful first dates and even some super late cancels but NEVER have I been sitting in my car in a parking spot waiting for my date to show up...and they never do.
...until tonight.
I've been emailing/texting with Bobby (name NOT changed for anonymity) for a few weeks now. He has a good job in Providence, works normal hours, owns a tie, has his own group of friends, likes sports & good beer and seems like a nice guy. We had agreed to meet up on Thayer Street tonight at 6pm.
I had been texting him casually while at work today, making sure we were still on for tonight's plans. He confirms. At approximately 3:30pm, I ask where we should meet up. No response.
I stay a bit late at work, change and primp in the work bathroom, give him a call (and leave a message) at 5:20pm to ask where on Thayer Street we should meet up.
I drive over to Thayer Street and find a parking spot without a problem. I'm about 15 minutes early for the big rendezvous. I'd much rather be too early than late. I shoot Cindy a text about the Modern Family premiere last night.
I eavesdrop on some kooky lady's conversation with her two rescue dogs outside Johnny Rocket's. I know they were rescues because she told every single person that walked by her.
The clock turns 6pm. Still no text or return phone call.
I text Cindy & Kate that I believe I'm being stood up.
6:21pm I call Jess to let her know that I'm being stood up.
At around 6:45pm, I decide to venture over to Antonio's for a slice of chicken parm pizza and a fountain soda. Good decision.
I get home to Warwick around 7:15 and change into my pajamas...2 hours later than I should have.
At 7:35pm, Bobby texts me, "I just got out of work, are you gonna kill me?"
No...but I'm not going to respond.