The long awaited Dinner With Abbey story. Well it goes something like this. That girl has got to know that I have a thing for her. I had wine, I had a candle, I made a wonderful italian chicken and pasta dish that was phenomenal, even by my standards. I served salad and bread sticks to boot. I thought we had great dinner conversation becasue she even commented that it was taking her longer to eat than normal because we were talking. After dinner, I invited her to stay and watch "When Harry Met Sally" a rousing tale about how to make two lovers of friends. I thought at this point I was a shoe in. Although I had to persuade her to stay she did. I sat fairly close to her although we were on the larger couch ( an obvious error in hindsight) I touched her neck at one point and her arm once or twice. I know it may sound lame that I know all the times I made casual contact with her, but that kind of touching is important in a relationship. I thought for sure a few times after the movie that I was going to tell her how I felt, but it ended up that she was showing me yoga moves and I didn't find an in. So basically I wussed out on telling her my feelings. After the movie she stayed for somewhere between a half hour to an hour talking to me about stuff and then she finally had to go. She said she had to go once before but stayed for quite a bit after that. If she knew that I was digging her she didn't let on. I finally managed to mustard up the following : "We do need to do things like this more often" and to this she replied, "You can make me dinner anytime you want." I walked her to the door feeling a void in my chest for having not said anything more and then SHE hugged me goodbye. Sure I held on a little longer than neccesary, but I have it bad for this girl. That was that I excahnged a few more bits of conversation as she walked to her car and told her that I would call her when I got back into town from OKC. she agreed and I went inside. I was physically and verbally upset for having not revealed my true feeling to her. one would think she would have figured it out by now after the pottery thing and a home cooked meal. I suspect she isn't into me romantically and doesn't have the heart to tell me. I attributed my unwillingness to share my feelings with her to the fact that my father worked the graveyard shift when i was a kid. I even considered calling her that night and telling her that. She my dad really wasn't a big part of my life until High school when my parents got divorced and I fear all the time I spent with my mom made me fearful and sensitive. I just didn't have the guts to come right out and tell her how i felt because I didn't have a strong father figure. go figure....message board your comments.