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You look at a picture, read the profile, do the meet-and-greet over cocktails—then you take him or leave him. “I want sex.” But when the time came, I sucked it up and drove to the college town where Sylvia lives to tend her felines and have a platonic beverage with the architect. Later, I was getting out of his car when Frank asked if I could do dinner Saturday. “Sounds great,” I said—and then I impulsively hugged him. We’ll all hang.” When I met up with the guys that weekend, Frank tersely reported that date No. But as much as I enjoyed it, I couldn’t help wonder what things could have been like if there’d been only two of us. “Whatever you want,” I said, thinking, If you’re not going to manhandle me, definitely leave—and go straight to hell.

Wasn’t Internet dating supposed to do away with that crap? I refuse to bill it as a setup.” “I don’t want another friend,” I grumbled. It was more fun than I’d had in a long time, and though I was still bummed that I’d never be his babe, I was strangely excited about being his friend. The adventure continued Sunday, with brunch in town, a drive to the country, a hike and a picnic dinner. Both were smart and funny, but I was too distracted by disappointment to really enjoy their company. “Maybe I should take off, too,” Frank said as we watched their bumper lights disappear from the driveway.

Weirdly confessional, but in a good way—like you, actually. Suddenly, I was grateful she hadn’t officially set us up; therefore, I hadn’t been officially rejected. Then I realized she wouldn’t have had any reason to mention it, because she hadn’t set us up. “And if I read one more online profile by a guy looking for a woman who’s ‘just as comfortable shooting pool in a dive as using chopsticks at Nobu,’ I’m going to scream.

” Architects have a certain cachet for me: They’re creative but more practical and stable than the writers and artists I usually fall for. As if to emphasize that point, he asked if I’d be his temporary dating guru during Sylvia’s absence. After a little smooching on the couch, she went into the kitchen and returned with two beers—completely naked. Hadn’t Sylvia told him that I was—how do you say—between men?

They’re not necessarily going to be suspicious and looking for clues, but it does help to produce a healthy relationship if both people express how they feel—and you can do this with your architect. First off, getting into architecture school is very competitive, as is finishing the degree.

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“Anyway, I think it stands a better chance if there’s no romantic pressure and you get to know each other as friends first.” Then I groaned. Opening the door, I saw a blue-eyed blond—not my usual type, but so adorable that I could be flexible. I followed him and flopped down cross-legged on the floor, feeling too polite to kick him out but too exhausted to make any effort.

“Frank Lloyd” came by to take me out the night I arrived, a Thursday. Without lifting his hands from the steering wheel, he gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look. After we’d dropped Andrew off Sunday night, Frank asked if I’d like to see his place. Instead, he went into the kitchen for another drink.

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