Screwing up the "L" word

Looking for explanations towards the silence (not that it really matters to me how he feels about me, but in case y'all were wonderin')... I found an interesting website regarding the "L" word. This is taken from the MSN Match page:

 

Three little words add up to the most beautiful phrase in the history of phrases. So why the trepidation? Here are eight reasons why many male types are kinda sorta scared to drop the "L" bomb:

 

THE JINX FACTOR. The fear that declaring love for the sweetie will put the kibosh on a relationship is a distinctly male thing. It's kind of like in baseball, when a pitcher's throwing a no-hitter, you're not supposed to mention it to him, because you don't want to get the hurler out of his groove. Men are weird like that.

 

This one is quite possible. He is a guy, after all.

 

THE COMMITMENT FACTOR. Most men realize that once the love thing is out there, he's in there for the long haul. Most men also realize it would be karmically heinous to declare your love, then bail two weeks later.

 

At this point, this is irrelevant. I know that if we ever end up together he'd be so loyal he'd take a bullet for me. Or go to jail for me. Or go take the trash out for me.

 

THE SCARE-AWAY FACTOR. What if you tell her you love her, and she runs out of the room screaming? Worse yet, what if she keeps running? Say, to Istanbul? Ouch.

 

He knows this ain't gonna happen. I may do that on the wedding day, but not if when he tells me that.

 

THE OPENING-YOUR-HEART FACTOR. This is especially applicable if it's your first love. You can't quibble with this one, because leaving your heart unprotected — especially if you've never done it before — is truly frightening.

 

Again, not applicable. We've been through this one before.

 

THE RECIPROCATION FACTOR. There aren't many worse feelings than telling your honey you love her, and her coming back with something like, "That's sweet. Thank you." Ugh.

 

LOL... this is almost what happened to me. Kinda reminds me of Friends. The One where Ross tells Emily he loves her and she gives him a thank you and a Toblerone.

 

THE SCREWING-UP-THE-DELIVERY FACTOR. What if you stutter over the word love? What if you call her by the wrong name? What if you say, "I love glue"? Any one of these could kill a relationship. Any two of them could scar you for life.

 

THE SCREWING-UP-THE-WHOLE-DAMN-THING FACTOR. What if you're trembling so badly that you spill red wine on her white blouse? What if you choose a restaurant filled with screaming kids? What if you pee your pants? If she's a cool chick, she'll overlook all that, but nonetheless, it's all ugly stuff.

 

Also, not applicable. He may not be the most imaginative when it comes to saying it, but he's confident enough to not screw it up.

 

THE RECIPROCATION FACTOR, PART 2. She might tell you she loves you too — which is nerve-wracking, because it's been said that getting exactly what you ask for is daunting. But remain undaunted, gentleman, because — to reiterate the Babs's on-target observation — love is soft as an easy chair. And more often than not, an easy chair is the world's most comfortable place to be.

 

Yeah, and you'd better sit down for this one. Because if you're waiting standing up for him to say something, you goin' get tired soon.