Oh Christ. We’re going full beribboned book now.
It goes like this:
OP goes on date with bloke, likes the cut of his jib.
Date ends, bloke does not suggest follow up or kiss OP.
OP instigates texting.
Bloke replies but texts peter out with ball left in bloke’s court.
OP asks whether this means that he’s not that interested.
Posters clamour to make excuses for him - he’s busy, he’s at work, he’s tired, he’s shy, why play games, it’s the 21st century etc. - and tell the OP to send more texts in case he hasn’t realised that she likes him.
She does, and gets pretty dusty answers.
Posters then encourage the OP to step up the texts, end them with questions, show him she is interested, he still might not know she likes him etc etc. Bomus marks for references to him having a ‘lonely birthday’. Any text from the man is seized upon as evidence that he really likes her but is ‘shy’ and needs further encouragement.
It never ends well, and the OP gets the worst of it.