Dear Ann Landers,
've been working in this office for three years. Six girls have gotten married right under my nose, but nothing exciting ever happens to me. About three months ago a very nice young man was transferred here as supervisor for our section. He is clean-cut, pleasant, mannerly, and just my type. During working hours he pays a lot of attention to me, but when five o'clock comes he seems to vanish into thin air. For the last three weeks he has been coming by my desk after lunch. He always brings me a sack of peanuts. Do you think this means anything? Please advise.-Torchy