Flakiness is not attractive...unless you are a croissant

Last week at 30 something speed dating I was pretty happy with the turnout of guys.  So while I didn’t participate in speed dating I did get to talk all of them because there were 2 more men than women.  So even though I didn’t date, I added my name to the event participants so that if any were interested in me they could pick me, as I often do when there are a number of good men.  I was very happy when I got an email the next day that someone, B, had chosen me.  He is 38, 6 feet tall and from Ireland so he has a lovely accent.  I emailed him with my phone number and a the next day he texted me.  We made plans to meet for a drink this past Sunday at 4pm.  Since he was coming from Jersey City and I from the Bronx, we decided to meet near the Path train at 33^rd street.  I left my apartment at 3 and was on the subway around 3:10.  My train is above ground for 4 stops after mine, so I went underground around 3:17.  Imagine my surprise when I came out of the subway at 3:47 to get a text from B saying that he wasn’t going to be able to meet me.  I replied back that it would have been nice to get a little more advance notice since I just wasted 45 minutes getting there only to have to turn around and go home.  He then texted back that he was stuck on the phone with home. I was pissed.  It was so inconsiderate.  Assuming he texted me right after I went underground, at best he only cancelled 45 minutes in advance.   The way I feel about it, is that unless someone was dying, in an accident or there was a work emergency there is really no reason why he couldn’t hang up the phone and meet me.  Sometimes I just don't understand men.  I don't know what I'll say to him if he shows up at another event.