What We Don't Say

My night, in a nutshell:

HIM: Want to see a movie?
ME: Sure!
[we meet, have coffee, watch movie; all is well]
HIM: Let's get froyo.
ME: To my house!
[froyo is had]
HIM: This was fun!
ME: Yes! I agree.
HIM: I'll call you tomorrow.
ME: Um...so should I grow a pair and make a move?
HIM: [thinking] ...no, not yet?
ME: Okay! Thought I'd try!
HIM: I admire the courage!
ME: I grew balls!
HIM: It's awesome! Call me when you're done tomorrow!

Pleased it went well. Pleased I spoke up. Uh...not sure how to interpret "not yet." I am not sure what we're doing, really. Are rebuilding something? Our friendship, maybe? Trying to figure one another out? I tend to overanalyze. Frankly, since my Epic Walkout, I've been...a lot more verbose, I guess, with my opinion. Granted, I spent the last week with my parents, so it's not like we were having big debates, but once the floodgates open - well, they stay open.

Of course, there's a time and a place for things. I'm not about to turn into a raging bitch.

But.

...I had a point there, I know I did...

Oh! In life, holding back has hurt me more than it helped me. And frankly, it was a cold, rainy night, and better to get shot down than wonder, right?

"Not yet" - what IS that?

I mean...what IS that?

Faster, BTW, is a Totally Awesome Flick.