Plead the Fifth

Ok, I promised to be honest here, so I can either write this, or I can plead the fifth. I wanna be silent, but that's not me. You know what else is not me? Timid. Now, it is possible for me to be intimidated, but I'm more of a bold type (pun intended). I think I found one. And part of the reason I want to write this is to see where this goes. Life is about trial and error for sure, and in this blog, I've had trials, and some errors, not all, some just didn't work out for whatever reason. But I really like this one, and I think I scared him with my upfront-ness, lol. I'm talking playing spades with the cards up, all trust...but I don't think he was ready. Not to mention he's one of those girls-approach-me, I think he likes to chase, he has 15 likes and 27 comments on everything he does on Facebook, pretty but bad boy type guys. So, first of all, I think he's used to reeling girls in and...I'm not sure...I'd say he wants to chase, but I think females chase him, it's weird, maybe he just wants to be aware of the chase? Now, this fool writing this told him right off the bat that I like him. Yup, Sure did, and I'd do it again damnit! I made some cardinal mistakes because I was excited, and so now, I have to sit back and be still, and if he wants to interact with me, I have to let him make the first move now. Which is probably fitting since I made the first 17. Tee-hee. Don't know where it's going from here, hell, I don't know if it's going at all, or whether I dropped an anchor on the speedboat I was driving. And part of me wishes I'd have someone else to occupy my time in the meantime, or at all, but I don't. So, I'm stuck in neutral, waiting for a push or a pull or the elapse of more time. Yep.