I recognize that the fault was all mine. I let you engage me in conversation on a flight from Islamabad to Quetta (of all obnoxious places). I spoke to you about your lawyer-ing, and told you about my consult-ing kind of work. I traded business cards with you, and ultimately I said goodbye to you never really intending to see you again, not realizing that you did not intend to do anything of the kind. I realize that replying to your polite email thanking me for my time on the plane journey may have constituted as leading you on. And I apologize for agreeing to the possibility of grabbing a coffee together at some point should you be in Islamabad at the same time as I.
All of that said, I don't understand what in my friendly-professional demeanor allows you to think that I would - in any way - welcome invitations to be in a relationship with you. I have no idea why - when very definitely refused - you think its appropriate to keep emailing me anyway. I don't know why you must persist in messaging me when I have informed you that I'm busy. I have no idea why you must call me when I keep telling you I'm not available to answer your phone calls. And I certainly don't understand how you can have the effrontery to send me an impertinent email demanding to know what I was busy with last night and why I kept YOU waiting and did not call you back.
You idiotic, pompous fool in how many words am I supposed to tell you that I am NOT interested in anything you have to say? How many times am I supposed to reject your call before you get a goddamn message? And how dare you turn around and assume I owe you any sort of explanations whatsoever? I don't want to have anything to do with you, that much should be clear. The 'why', unfortunately, (aside from being perfectly clear to anyone with half a brain), is none of your fucking business.