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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMRHo7eSp7ImA9WhRaFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:58:05.401-08:00</updated><category term="romance" /><category term="moving" /><category term="sienna miller" /><category term="children" /><category term="stacy and clinton" /><category term="parties" /><category term="autism" /><category term="guest" /><category term="single" /><category term="boyfriends" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="fashion" /><category term="situational judgement" /><category term="friendship" /><category term="Early Childhood Intervention" /><category term="reese witherspoon" /><category term="Bible verse" /><category term="quitting" /><category term="clothing" /><category term="roommates" /><category term="polite" /><category term="hearbreak" /><category term="messy" /><category term="career" /><category term="dating" /><category term="numbers" /><title>What Sarah Says</title><subtitle type="html">What Sarah Says is where I (Sarah) answer your questions regarding friendships, dating, family or just whatever. I am not a counselor, but I find that I often help friends and family find creative solutions to their problems. I also like to tell people what to do. To ask questions email me at whatsarahsays@gmail.com. I will answer here in a post, and I will keep your identity a secret.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WhatSarahSays" /><feedburner:info uri="whatsarahsays" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>WhatSarahSays</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYDSXs-fSp7ImA9WxRSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-914903297930587266</id><published>2008-09-15T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:56:18.555-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-15T18:56:18.555-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quitting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career" /><title>On finding the courage to quit a job</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of making a lot of changes in my life and one of them is quitting my job.  The problem is I am so bad at doing it.  This isn't a current problem, I have always had this same problem.  I have had bosses yell at me, tell me they are disappointed in me and pretty much say I shouldn't except a reference from them.  Its not that I am a bad worker, I think it is the opposite, I work so hard to be a good worker they depend of me to much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been at my current job for a year and one-month and plan on quitting two months from now.  I would like to tell her this week so she can have plenty of time to find a replacement, but I just can't find the courage to do it.  She has told me in the past, she is "so lucky to have me" and that she would "fall apart" if she didn't.  I don't know why this is so hard for me but I feel so guilty disappointing people, especially my employers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in a car with her for three hours on Wednesday and I would like to tell her then.  Can you give me advice on how to quit my job?  I want to do it in a way that is respectful but confident. My stomach is already turning just thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Give me courage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Give me Courage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to stand up for yourself, and to communicate to yourself, friends, family, loved ones, and employers your needs and wants is going to be your most important asset as an adult.  However, it is the hardest thing that you are going to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quitting your job is never going to be easy.  Especially if you realize that your boss depends on you too much, however my advice is that you should just be honest with your boss.  Explain to her why you want to leave, and let her know that the career you want to be doing is not the path that her organization is taking you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, you have to take care of yourself because if you are not taking care of yourself no one else will take care of you.  I am not advocating that you be disrespectful or leave people inconvenienced, but I am advocating that you do what makes you happy.  No boss is ever going to tell you to move on to another company because there is no way that they want to train someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice for Wednesday is to just tell your boss the truth, and to stand your ground.  Learning to be direct is very hard, but in the end it I can be extremely rewarding.  Attempting to deceive someone only ends up coming back to get you in the end.  You do not owe your boss or any person your happiness.  Perhaps learning to be satisfied where you are is something that you (and I) have to learn, but personal life satisfaction is something that you owe yourself.  You do not have to work in a job you do not enjoy or for a boss you do not like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage, please do what is best for you and quit this job on Wednesday.  Find your inner strength, and not allow a moment of awkwardness to trap you in an unhappy job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-914903297930587266?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/914903297930587266/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=914903297930587266" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/914903297930587266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/914903297930587266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/ltLVwqgkR74/on-finding-courage-to-quit-job.html" title="On finding the courage to quit a job" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-finding-courage-to-quit-job.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFRnY6fip7ImA9WxRSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-7601169160054774546</id><published>2008-09-10T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:40:17.816-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T08:40:17.816-07:00</app:edited><title>Please forgive me</title><content type="html">Sorry to all people who chose to read this blog because I have been away. I am sorry.  Please note that I have written a new post below regarding being friends with an ex-paramour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update this blog this week!  Please continue to send questions to &lt;a href="mailto:whatsarahsays@gmail.com"&gt;whatsarahsays@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-7601169160054774546?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7601169160054774546/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=7601169160054774546" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/7601169160054774546?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/7601169160054774546?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/7hS7i7bj4Ek/please-forgive-me.html" title="Please forgive me" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/please-forgive-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEFRHwzeyp7ImA9WxRSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-2504193146420363517</id><published>2008-09-10T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:30:15.283-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T08:30:15.283-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="situational judgement" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><title>On situational judgement and exes</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Dear Sarah-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A couple of months ago, a friend of mine found out a deep, dark, very unflattering secret about me. The friend was snooping and basically found out something stupid I'd been doing. The friend shouldn't've been snooping. The friend then mentioned, via a blogpost, about finding out a deep, dark, very unflattering secret about someone. Very inspecific. I knew right away that said friend was talking about me and had been snooping, so I confronted my friend about it. The friend confirmed the snooping and the knowledge of my secret. The friend then apologized for snooping and expressed a desire never to speak about the secret again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, that hasn't been the end of things. For one thing, the friend lately joked about doing the very thing that I was being so secretive about--and then said how silly that thing was, how that thing was something my friend would never consider doing. Maybe my friend wasn't thinking of my secret at all. But who the fuck knows. You see, my friend is someone I dated about six million years ago. Maintaining my friend's good opinion is more important to me than it probably should be. Since my deep, dark, very unflattering secret has come to light; we've been kind of distant. Phone calls and emails have become less frequent, and the conversations we have become a bit stilted. Maybe that's normal, given that we used to date and don't anymore. Maybe it's really healthy, even. But I can't help but feel like there's something unresolved, given that our last "real" conversation was about something my friend never wanted to discuss again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So. Should I let this slide? Just accept the chillier, less frequent contact as the natural order of things? Or should I try to maintain a sense of normalcy and ignore the whole thing? Call or email my friend with the same regularity as before? Or should I try to force a conversation on the subject? I don't want to subject my friend to an unwelcome conversation unnecessarily, because, sheesh, we're not dating and neither one as responsible for "talking things through" as we once were. But, on the other hand, we've always been pretty close, even when we haven't been dating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, Sarah dear, what the hell?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been attempting to think of a wonderful answer to your question. However, I am going to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, it is very difficult to stay friends with someone you have dated. I know from my own personal experience that I have struggled and struggled with the boy that I used to date/love. Mostly because friendship dances so closely on the line of love, and the line of commitment, and most of us who have dated someone for a significant period of time had a love that was akin to friendship. Therefore, friendship and love can become very confusing. Also, once love has worn off (so to speak) you can then begin to see this person you used to be so romantically involved without the rose-colored glasses. With this new point of view—this person seems to look more and more like a jerk. Or someone you would never date, much less be friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I believe that I digress. In this situation, you have to decide if you want to put in the effort to be friends with this person. Recently I had an experience where a friend of mine did something I did not agree with, and I had to decide to continue to be this person’s friend. The thing really was that, though what my friend had done was something that I did not agree with, for only a moment I could only see what my friend had done. I could no longer see my friend, only the decision that had been made. Lucky for me, my friend forgave me for my situational judgment, and we continue to be great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is having a case of situational judgment, and this friend may not be willing to move past your action. This friend may only see you for what you have done, and not how that equates to you as person—a WHOLE person. If this is a person who truly wants what is best for you—then perhaps they would attempt to understand why you had made the decisions you have made. My hope is that you are able to communicate to yourself why you have made these decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have an exact answer for you, friend. However, I will say something that a wise English teacher said to me in high school. “When someone shows you who they are believe them.” Your friend may be showing you with his actions (I use “his” as the pronoun for male/female) who he really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad truth about life is that sometimes friendships fade away, and even if you want to hang on to them, it just is not going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my advice is at least somewhat helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-2504193146420363517?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2504193146420363517/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=2504193146420363517" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/2504193146420363517?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/2504193146420363517?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/WSvTcnU9mew/on-situational-judgement-and-exes.html" title="On situational judgement and exes" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-situational-judgement-and-exes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBRHg4eyp7ImA9WxdUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-284309890097029998</id><published>2008-07-30T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:09:15.633-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T08:09:15.633-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Early Childhood Intervention" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="autism" /><title>Regarding a friend's child who may have Autism</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am recently becoming more and more convinced that my good friend's 25 month old son might have autism. I have talked with her in the past about speech delays, because they are concerned about that and it is the most obvious issue, but there are also the signs of sensory processing problems. We talked about that too, but they don't seem to pick up on those signs or think they are a very big deal. They have looked into therapy for him, mainly for speech, but they have to pay the deductible of $500 before insurance would kick in and decided it was not worth it. They seem to think he is just a little behind. They also have talked with a family friend who is a doctor and the Parents as Teachers rep, and both told them to wait until he is three because it is too early and a lot of kids talk late. That made me really frustrated because those are both supposedly authorities who don't really know the kid and are telling them that there is no reason to worry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They have told me that they don't want to overreact if there is nothing really wrong with him. I have brought up the issue several times, but haven't mentioned the word Autism, because I feel that it is such a touchy subject and may be a shock to them. Now that they seem content to wait a whole year to get help for their son, I feel it is more important to convince them just how bad I think the situation is. He is showing more and more red flags all the time, and I think the sooner they get help the better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want them to be offended or think I am being too pushy, but I really feel I need to discuss it with them again. What should I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Concerned About Friend’s Child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Concerned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought a lot about your question. This is a very difficult place to be in, and I believe that best approach is a very sensitive and loving one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing specifically what your professional background is I find that it is difficult to know how to instruct you. However, for the sake of argument I would like to assume that because you were able to identify issues listed at the beginning of the email that you are familiar with Autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally do not know what age a child can be diagnosed with Autism. However, I am concerned that the parents are not getting the correct pediatric attention for this child. I wonder if they have expressed to the child’s doctor that he is delayed in speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice is that if you are a professional and you have experience with Autism, then you should talk to your friends. You explain that you believe their son may have Autism and this is why. You also explain that is very difficult for you to tell them because you are their friend, and you do not want to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the State of Texas, we have an organization called &lt;a href="http://www.dars.state.tx.us/ecis/index.shtml"&gt;Early Childhood Intervention (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ECI&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/a&gt; this organization is designed to go into the homes of children who are under three and work with the children. This organization helps to diagnose children with these types of disorders and/or prepare the children for going to school. Perhaps there is an organization similar in your state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how difficult it will be to approach friends regarding this subject. I believe though that if you are qualified, and know something regarding this topic that you should approach it with love and tell them what you think. Even if the child does not have Autism, they might be glad to begin having his issues looked at sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a professional or have no experience with this topic, then I would suggest you leave it alone. I would recommend that you encourage them to speak with the child’s pediatrician regarding the speech issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my advice helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-284309890097029998?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/284309890097029998/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=284309890097029998" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/284309890097029998?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/284309890097029998?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/2LjVYOgsuC4/regarding-friends-child-who-may-have.html" title="Regarding a friend's child who may have Autism" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/regarding-friends-child-who-may-have.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGRH0-cCp7ImA9WxdVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-846379741365044292</id><published>2008-07-22T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:53:45.358-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-22T09:53:45.358-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><title>On a friend who wants more than friendship</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have what some might call a diplomacy problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, who I've known since last year, has been acting as though he wants to be more than friends. This is what he does: he will put his arm around me, will kiss me on the cheek only after I prevent him from kissing me on the mouth, stands and sits close to me (almost uncomfortably so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I have already had one DTR (define the relationship) conversation where I made it clear that all I wanted was friendship... and made sure he understood what I was saying because I asked him to repeat back to me what he felt like I was saying. This seems to have only inoculated the problem rather than solve it. Also, whenever he does those things I listed above, I am quick to take his arm off of me or politely back away to keep my proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if I should talk with him again about this or just keep putting him in check when he does these things. He is an interesting guy who I love spending time with... but I have zero romantic feelings for him. Since he is a good friend, I do not want to be an ass about it or embarrass him... nor do I want to just stop answering his calls and texts and stop hanging out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Not So Fabulous in Dallas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not So Fabulous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it seems like you have found yourself in a difficult place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious about the part of your email in which you discussed having a DTR with you friend, and you made your friend repeat back what you were saying.  It does not seem that your friend understand what he was repeating back, so perhaps English is not his first language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds to me like although your friend has feelings for you that your friend does respect &lt;strong&gt;your feelings&lt;/strong&gt;.  Therefore, my advice would be to stop hanging out with your friend one-on-one or hanging out with this person at all.  You stated in your email that you do not want to stop being friends with this person, that is understandable, but what is important to understand is this is not an issue of diplomacy as you stated above—this is an issue of respect.  Your friend does not respect your feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not say to your friend, “I don’t feel the same way as you,” I would say, “If you cannot treat me as though we are ‘just friends’ then we can no longer hang out.”  Then I would follow-up with my plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be very difficult to have feelings for someone who just wants to be friends.  I know that this can be a sensitive topic, but I want you to explore why you continue to hang out with this person.  The answer may be that you enjoy this attention.  What attracts you to this person as a friend, but not as someone you want to be more than friends with?  It is completely understandable not to want to be lovers with someone, but if this person so blatantly ignores your feelings then what is the purpose of being friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who says that we can break-up with friends just as we do with boyfriends/girlfriends, and it is okay to do so.  Remember that you do not have to be friends with someone just because they want to be friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-846379741365044292?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/846379741365044292/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=846379741365044292" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/846379741365044292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/846379741365044292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/ixQHyqzTL3w/on-friend-who-wants-more-than.html" title="On a friend who wants more than friendship" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-friend-who-wants-more-than.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFQnY9cCp7ImA9WxdVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-6899184077708171707</id><published>2008-07-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:31:53.868-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-18T07:31:53.868-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearbreak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boyfriends" /><title>On Heartbreak</title><content type="html">I want to thank everyone that has written to &lt;em&gt;What Sarah Says&lt;/em&gt;.  Please keep sending me questions, and tell your friends about sending me questions.  Everyone has problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wanted to write about heartbreak.  There are many views about heartbreak, but when your heart is broken for any reason at all then there is no up from down—there is only the perpetual down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never known what pain was until my heart was broken.  A boy broke it, but romantic love is not the only thing that breaks people’s hearts.  Death is a big one, loss of a friend, a major catastrophe—the list goes on and on.  I believe that the important thing to remember about heartbreak is that eventually the feeling numbs, and although you will be numb for along time—eventually you will feel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we forget in our pain is that what we are feeling is normal.  For whatever reason we are not taught that suffering is apart of our own personal human condition.  When people suffer from heartbreak, people tend to stay away or expect people to hurry through their pain.  I do believe that there is a plan for my life, and your life—however I do not believe that saying that to someone in heartbreak is the right response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you feel after something has ripped your heart out, and you feel like each breath you take is just another tiny arrow to your heart—this is all normal, and you will move on when you are ready.  You will eventually go one day without thinking about the person/event at least four times an hour, and then you will be sad about that.  You will go a day and not think about person/event at all, and you will feel sad about that.  Then you will go a month without thinking about the person/event, and you will feel sad for forgetting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it will be five years later, you will think about it, you will see it from all sides and you will feel sad about that.  Nevertheless, somewhere in there—somewhere in all the bad feelings and hazy thoughts and blood shot eyes—you will find you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember do not rush yourself to move on.  That is too high of an expectation.  I do not think you need to hope to move on.  When my heart was broken, I kept waking up begging myself to feel different.  However, the solution was to acknowledge what I felt, and just go from there.  What I felt was love. I felt such a huge amount of love, and no one to share love with. Then I felt anger and sadness over that.  Then I felt alone. So alone, and I did not want to feel those things, but what I should have done is to say to myself "I have a right to hurt" and then let myself.    I think I made it worse for myself by not accepting that I had the right to be sad,  so I had my sadness and guilt at the same time  I wanted to be okay for myself, but other people too. I hated being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing love is a horrible place to be.  I know most days you won’t know how you got out of bed that morning.  That is okay.  Just remember that time does heal wounds.  The wonderful and terrible thing about life is that it happens everyday, and that we can’t stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please write to me if you need help with your heartache.  I have been there before.  You are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-6899184077708171707?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6899184077708171707/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=6899184077708171707" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/6899184077708171707?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/6899184077708171707?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/9TeptpMeeBo/on-heartbreak.html" title="On Heartbreak" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-heartbreak.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUAQXoyeSp7ImA9WxdVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-3461629380877135106</id><published>2008-07-14T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:57:20.491-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-14T10:57:20.491-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career" /><title>On Getting a Job Somewhere Else</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chosen profession will pretty much never make me wealthy. I don't mind this. Much. But, it's a difficult field with much uncertainty surrounding it. They, the people, the man, are always saying it's going to go away forever. This makes me sad, but for the time being I guess I will stay in it. So, here's my question: I have always wanted to write about the arts and I also have always wanted to live in cooler places than my current city. By cooler, I mean more awesome, not cold. I have been at my job for almost a year. Do I apply for a job in a city where I don't want to stay if it's the sort of thing I've always wanted to do? My fiancé and I have traveling on the brain, but for now, we're here. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Employed but Uncertain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Employed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving can be very difficult, and it takes a lot of energy. I know because I just recently moved, and it was very exhausting. However, I have been very happy with my decision to move, and happy with where I am living. Here are list of things you should consider when thinking about moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you be happier and why?&lt;br /&gt;Is there availability to be promoted?&lt;br /&gt;Will you make more money?&lt;br /&gt;Will your company pay for you to move?&lt;br /&gt;If not, how will you pay for moving?&lt;br /&gt;Does your fiancé want to move?&lt;br /&gt;Will your fiancé be able to find a job in the location?&lt;br /&gt;Will your fiancé like what jobs that can be found?&lt;br /&gt;What will you and/or your fiancé do if you do not like the jobs that you moved to the city for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list isn’t necessary a list to say that if you answer yes or no to any question that the right or wrong answer is there—it is just a list to get you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe that you will be happier, and that the direction that you want your career to go is on the path of writing about the arts—then I think you should get serious about considering the job. Go ahead and apply. Why not? Take the interview, find out the details, and then make your decision. However, do not begin applying unless you are serious about considering the offer to move somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, and I hope that you find what you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-3461629380877135106?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3461629380877135106/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=3461629380877135106" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/3461629380877135106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/3461629380877135106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/B6Qd8AILi-o/on-getting-job-somewhere-else.html" title="On Getting a Job Somewhere Else" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-getting-job-somewhere-else.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UAR3k8fip7ImA9WxdWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-6331551953590315588</id><published>2008-07-09T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:47:26.776-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-09T06:47:26.776-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bible verse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="single" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career" /><title>On Taking a Job and Being Single</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Dear Sarah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I take a job in a town where there are pretty much no available men? I'm single. I'm cute. I don't wanna waste that. Everyone's either my age and married with three kids or ten years older and divorced and embarrassing. But it's a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jobless and Dateless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jobless and Dateless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dilemma. I know as a single girl myself that it can be very depressing, and then to top that off by taking a job in a town which could perpetuate your singleness forever is also very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me just say that there are jobs everywhere, and that with the work experience you get at this job there may be other jobs open up for you in cooler places. Also, life has a funny way of bringing us what we need when we need it. Therefore, if you really believe that this job is the key to your career—then don’t worry about meeting someone. I believe it was Jesus who said that the lilies of the field are more beautiful than Solomon’s entire wardrobe, and the lilies do not worry about how they will be so lovely (Matthew 6:25-34). You should do the same. Take care of what is going for you today, and let tomorrow worry about itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know your exact situation Jobless, but my advice is that you remain true to yourself, and that you do what is best for you. Do not take a job that you do not want if you know there is a job your really want in another town somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you chose to take this job in this small town, be willing to do and try new things. Go to parties, join a church, volunteer at the animal shelter—and make sure your life is brimming with LIFE and meeting someone will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you. I know that it will all work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-6331551953590315588?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6331551953590315588/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=6331551953590315588" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/6331551953590315588?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/6331551953590315588?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/MoRQZ_w_j8U/on-taking-job-and-being-single.html" title="On Taking a Job and Being Single" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-taking-job-and-being-single.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NRXk9eip7ImA9WxdWEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-3487836161805121046</id><published>2008-07-02T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:33:14.762-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-02T10:33:14.762-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boyfriends" /><title>Friends know best. Or do they?</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Dear Sarah:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My best friend wants me to get back together with my ex.  She really seems to have a lot invested in that happening, actually, as if somehow having me and ex-bf back together will set right all the relationship woes we and all our friends have had.  I've gotten to the point that I'm pretty ambivalent about the guy, but every time she brings him up I get kind of nostalgic and think about how much I really would like to be with my ex.  Or at least the imaginary better version of my ex.  It's actually kind of hard on me, emotionally speaking.  I've tried to explain to my best friend that the breakup really is for the best, but she just doesn't listen.  Part of me doesn't want to talk to her because of this, which is terrible.  I love her to death, and I really don't want to somehow destroy her tenuously held faith in romance or to let a long-running friendship kind of wind down.  I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Friend with Caveats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not get back together with your ex-boyfriend unless you want to.  Unfortunately, friends can believe that they are doing what is right for you by pressuring you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t want to talk to your friend about the situation you do not have to.  Just tell her that you do not want to talk about it, and that you aren’t going to talk about.  Then leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not your responsibly to make sure that people’s faith in love stays alive.  My suggestion is that you ask her why she so wants you to be with your ex-boyfriend, and then explain that neither you nor she should settle for anything that is less than great love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to be alone than to be with someone who does not love you for who you are.  Remind your friend that waiting for love is a better love story then just staying in a relationship to be with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, find out if your friend slept with your boyfriend.  I get the feeling that perhaps she has guilty conscious for something, and is trying to make up for it by fixing what she sees as something she broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-3487836161805121046?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3487836161805121046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=3487836161805121046" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/3487836161805121046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/3487836161805121046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/XOO_z-JrkdY/friends-know-best-or-do-they.html" title="Friends know best. Or do they?" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends-know-best-or-do-they.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGQ3s4eSp7ImA9WxdXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-3394847874232683031</id><published>2008-07-01T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:43:42.531-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-01T09:43:42.531-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stacy and clinton" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sienna miller" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clothing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reese witherspoon" /><title>The Truth is in the Clothing.</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Hello, Sarah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must tell you how excited I am about reading your advice blog. I have been trying for the past few days to think of something I need advice about, and tonight my boyfriend provided something -- he asked me to the wrap party for the film he is currently assisting with in Hollywood. The wrap party is Thursday night, and I am suffering from the age-old dilemma: What's a girl to wear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few factors influence my decision. First, I want to look sexy and appealing, but I do have a boyfriend, so I don't want to look skanky or available. Second, I may make some good connections in the writing world for this event, so I want to look professional and serious, but not stuffy. Third, while I want to look sexy and trendy, I don't want to deny my personal style and look like just another Los Angeles bimbo. Fourth, I think I'm taking this whole thing way too seriously. There is a chance that I might meet David Duchovny, and as a girl who has the X-Files in her top 5 TV shows of all time and cries about Return to Me just by thinking of it, it's kind of a big deal. Do you have any suggestions for a casual but nice outfit, maybe jeans and a nice top, to give me some inspiration for what to wear Thursday night? Or, what might be more fun is if you give me suggestions of what NOT to wear :).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, Sarah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naked??? in Los Angeles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Naked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. You have hit me in an area that is not my exact forte. I tend to look for directives on fashion from my BFF and little sister. However, I am going to tell you what I think anyway. Because that is what I like to do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I want to tell you Naked that David Duchovny is one of my favorite actors as well, and that I spent most of high school trying to wrap my mind around &lt;em&gt;The X-Files&lt;/em&gt;. My main question is if you think Mulder and Scully will finally get together in this newest movie? It would be a shame if they didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned from my BFF that you can look sexy without having to look skanky at all. What she does best is she knows what looks great on her body. I suggest that you wear something that you already feel sexy wearing. Something that you have worn before that you know your boyfriend likes and/or you have received compliments from other people about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister often looks sexy too, and like my BFF, she is never skanky looking. My sister tends to wear simple shirts and skirts/pants and then she accessories with earrings and necklaces. I believe that if you keep it simple, and then add some cute earrings or necklaces then you will be set as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what a person would wear to a wrap party, but in my mind anything in the evening can warrant wearing a skirt. I think that as women we should use skirts to our advantage. I always feel like a lady and sexier when I am wearing a skirt. So, instead of jeans I would suggest a casual skirt. Or a cute summer dress. If you wear a summer dress, I would suggest bringing a light cardigan or a pashmina with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would avoid wearing anything that you think &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/sienna_miller/"&gt;Sienna Miller &lt;/a&gt;might wear, and try wearing something that looks like what &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/2007/01/well-played-reese-witherspoon.html"&gt;Reese Witherspoon&lt;/a&gt; would wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have been helpful. Remember the advice that &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/whatnottowear/whatnottowear.html"&gt;Stacy and Clinton&lt;/a&gt; give about clothing which is you should wear clothes that fit you no matter the size, and that you should dress for your body type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, Naked. I know you will look sexy, professional, and casual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-3394847874232683031?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3394847874232683031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=3394847874232683031" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/3394847874232683031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/3394847874232683031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/RPnNGxHPIlw/truth-is-in-clothing.html" title="The Truth is in the Clothing." /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/truth-is-in-clothing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EESHYyeSp7ImA9WxdXFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-1422154679486665897</id><published>2008-06-27T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:46:49.891-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-27T08:46:49.891-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="polite" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="roommates" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="messy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guest" /><title>On Being a Good Guest</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Dear Sarah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a recent college graduate who, for financial reasons, will be living with my aunt for the summer. This would be fine, actually, if only my aunt weren't fucking nuts. I visited them once and stayed in her spare room. The whole visit she made passive aggressive remarks about the wreck I'd made of her guest room. I'd left my clothes on a chair! In the guest room! With the door closed! As soon as I realized what was making her so pissy, I shoved my shit back in my suitcase. Later she asked me to help with the dishes, so I did. She restacked all the plates after I put them away--and sighed and glared&lt;br /&gt;the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no guest room because she's moved into an apartment. I will be sleeping in a corner of the living room. I confess to being kind of a slob, but nothing out of the ordinary. I'm 22. I'm a dude. I feel entitled. I plan on keeping my stuff as contained and organized as possible, but I know she's going to nag me to death about dozen things I can't even begin to anticipate. There's no way out of this situation, at least not for a month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my aunt, and I know it's really great of her to let me crash with her. But I'm dreading living with her. Help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat Litter Oblivious Boy (ahem, slob)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Somewhat Litter Oblivious Boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From reading your letter, I can see that this is causing you great anxiety. I lived my grandfather for six months when I graduated college, and he wanted the dishes washed every single night before going to bed. One time I went about two days without washing my dishes, and when I woke up that morning, he had thrown all the dishes away. Of course, it would have hurt my feelings more if they had been my dishes. However, I got the dishes out of the trashcan, and washed them all. I also never went one more day without washing my dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hated my life. I wished that my grandfather had taken the time to communicate with me that he was upset with me instead of melodramatically throwing his own dishes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is this, when you are living with someone for free, and they are allowing you to do so then being on your best behavior is imperative. This is usually easy for a weekend or a short visit, but after a month, things can become very weird. It is not going to be an easy thing, especially if you or your aunt is not willing to talk about your expectations. Just like my grandfather was not able to come to me, and say in a mature way, “Sarah, it bothers me when you do not wash your dishes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion is that you sit down with your aunt, who is obviously a kind woman for opening her to home to you, and just ask her what her expectations are. I don’t believe that being a boy entitles you to being a complete slob. Ask your aunt if there is any handy work that you can do around her house like hanging up pictures or fixing furniture. Warn her up front that you are not the tidiest person, and ask her where she would like you to keep certain things like your clothing, toothbrush, shampoo, or whatever else it is that you might have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I stayed with a good friend for a month, and my friend is very clean. He says that the keeps his carpet so clean by vacuuming two times a week. I tried to make up for my lack of cleanliness by making him dinner every night. I also tried to keep my room as tidy as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to being a good guest is acting like you are the guest, and not like you are the owner of the home. Make sure you continually express how grateful you are that this person has opened their home to you, and you can do that with both your words and your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things work out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-1422154679486665897?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1422154679486665897/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=1422154679486665897" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/1422154679486665897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/1422154679486665897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/_gWpvcZi6io/on-being-good-guest.html" title="On Being a Good Guest" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-being-good-guest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGSXg5fyp7ImA9WxdXFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785865324311738449.post-6707451650025111340</id><published>2008-06-26T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:27:08.627-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-26T07:27:08.627-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="numbers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parties" /><title>Don't lose this number</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Until I receive some questions to answer I am going to just give advice. Please send me some questions at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:whatsarahsays@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatsarahsays@gmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving a party on Saturday night, John said to Jane (not their real names), “Jane, you have my number call me.” I turned to John and said, “A gentleman would call her.” John said, “Oh, yes, yes I will call her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane goes home, and guess what John doesn’t call her at all. Guess who does call her though, Frank. Frank also asked Jane for her number at the same party. Frank called Jane the next day, and Jane and Frank have gone out on two dates since then. I believe that if John had called Jane she would have gone out on at least one date with John. However, for whatever reasons that John tells himself through the day, reasons that are probably lame, he did not call Jane. Now, chances are Jane is going to be busy with Frank, and John has completely lost his chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The points is—when you go to party, meet a girl that you like, and you ask for her number just go ahead and call her. I do not understand the men of my own generation. Men who do not know how to approach women, and even when they do ask for a number still are too apathic to make a phone call. Sometimes, I wonder how people even meet at all after college is over. Then I meet people like Frank, who take a chance, and get to date wonderful, pretty, girls like Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank you give me hope for mankind, and hope that people can and do date after college. Thank you, Frank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785865324311738449-6707451650025111340?l=whatsaysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6707451650025111340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785865324311738449&amp;postID=6707451650025111340" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/6707451650025111340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785865324311738449/posts/default/6707451650025111340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatSarahSays/~3/LFiyB9itEYw/dont-lose-this-number.html" title="Don't lose this number" /><author><name>Sarah Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207219700704677927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatsaysarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-lose-this-number.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

