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16 comments:
Here's to hoping Mr.Martini says just friends. I'd rather you were single. Better chances that way for the rest of us.
By the way I swear I saw you in the fouth south Starbucks. Am I mistaken?
Something we all can relate to. Well done.
John-I'm sure it was Sarah you saw at the Fourth South Starbucks. I've seen her there numerous times. They have a mini apartment for her in the back. Go tell her hello next time, I did.
Sarah-I thought this was a great article. Good luck with Mr.Martini. He'd be nuts not to want you, seems like everyone else does! I've seen the glances you get from the guys there.
Coffee girl is on her game. He'd be nuts not to want you. I do!
The Martini in that picture is not in compliance with Utah law. That glass shouldn't even be half that full.
dave matthews band or journey? is death an option?
I'd say that if you are posting the question in a public forum and Mr. Martini realizes that his (potential) love life is a public forum, you are risking alienating him. Many men don't like their love lives, or their friends-with-benefits lives to be a matter of public discourse. In posting the question, you probably greatly increased the probability of things remaining "just friends".
Suck it up, look him in the eye, tell him that you care, and ask where things are!!
Ah, the limbo of "friend or boyfriend?" Best of luck to you.
Oy!
Its too bad but Anonymous is right. Most of us don't want our lives to be public record. It will be interesting to see what happens when more people start reading your column. Is it going to prove difficult for you to date in this city?
I wish you the best of luck with Mr.Martini. You'll share the outcome I hope.
Sarah, call me.
OMG! Call him and then blog it.
Someone is about to become JillnoJack. Don't be worried there are plenty of us left.
Nothing a bottle of Vodka won't solve. Go to the foothills liquor store and tell them Steve-o sent you. There will be a bottle under the counter for Miss Sarah. They've read your column and have seen your picture. They'll be expecting you.
The mystery continues.
I'll take YOU shaken, not stirred.
I started calling this the Schrodinger Date. I was under the impression that it was some evil thing you ladies do to us guys to keep us guessing, and maintain some plausable deniability.
"Is this a date? What? Aren't we just friends having dinner?"
Umm, no. If you are having dinner with a guy, it is a date, and he wants to move things forward. I myself have chosen to put my foot down, and have no more than three Schrodinger Dates before I bring it up.
Mr. Martini should sack up and do the same.
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