No.
Bummer.
Yep.
Sorry to hear this.
You’re right, things won’t go any easier next time. Don’t hesitate, though, to post about it here so we can nag you again until you do ask the girl. 
Now for step two: Stalking.
seriously, don’t let one hurdle knock you out of the race completely. no man who proudly wears a Spam hat would let one setback stop him.
keep the head up.
I had to eat a lot of Spam to get that hat. Unfortunately I don’t have the organizational skills for stalking.
Eh, I don’t see what’s so bad. Look at where you are now: you’re not with the woman you’ve been crushing on. You know that you got up the nerve, took initiative, and asked her out. There were no explosions, sounds like there weren’t any fistfights or big emotional displays of crying. You didn’t have a heart attack while asking, and she didn’t laugh in your face.
Look at where you were before: You weren’t with the woman you’ve been crushing on.
Seems like a net gain, there. Congratulations! The hardest part of the whole business is just getting over your own issues, because that’s the only part you can control. You’ve already done the hardest part.
I’ve been there to eat a couple (or a few) times since you last heard from me. Saturday my dad asked me to get some flowers for him, Cocktail Vodka® begonias to be exact, which involved me driving through town since he was too impatient to wait until they came to the local branch of the greenhouse on this upcoming Thursday. Why he goes for the Cocktail Vodka and not the Cocktail Gin is beyond me, but there is no accounting for taste. One thing I do know for sure is that every asshole in Michigan comes up here in the summer just to clog up the roads and driving to, and through, town on an afternoon weekend is a royal hassle. So I am definately going to stop and enjoy a couple Guinness & some food while reading a book and, hopefully, scoping one of my current dreamgirls. (The odds are high in that regard, since there are two to five adorable cuties working there, depending on your tastes.)
However! the adorable cutie that I’m particularly interested in is there. She is facing away from me, doing something work related, as I come in. I don’t want to interrupt, but I don’t want seem like I’m snubbing her, either. So I just give her a gentle tap as I go by and see that the booth I would most like to have isn’t available, so I turn around and think, “Not that one, it’s wobbly,” and go to the next, up where the wait-staff get drink orders, and sit down. I look up. She’s there.
“Diet Coke?” She asks.
“Guinness,” I say. “It’s a weekend.” She smiles.
“Do you want a menu?”
“Um…yeah. I think I do”
“I’ll order that Guinness and be back.”
“Cool.”
She brings the menu and I search. She brings the Guinness and I order a burger. “Do you want cheese? Make it a cheeseburger?”
“Sure.”
“American, Swiss, provolone, Meunster, Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?” [Okay, that last one is from a Monty Python Sketch.]
“American.”
“Okay.”
She submits my order and goes about her business. I go about trying to read a Lemony Snickett book. She’s very distracting. She stops and says “hi” again.
“I got my schedule,” she says. “I have a double on Saturdays, so that leaves some time or other free on Sunday since O. [her daughter] won’t be with me. Do you think you’d be able to get together for coffee then?”
js jumps like a terrier with its eye on a doggy treat.
She say’s that she’ll be talking to me…
Woo hoo!
Oh, I’m so glad I didn’t find this thread until now! I couldn’t handle the suspense. Hooray for you!
Does that mean yesterday or next Sunday???
If it’s not till next Sunday, can I come & spy? I’ll be happy to write up an unbiased report for all us busy bodies who can’t wait to hear about your great adventure into asking scary attractive women out. I promise to let you have final approval of the text before it’s posted… 
just kidding. no one wants a perfect stranger hiding behind a menu watching their dates like a zany sitcom.
<slight hijack> Where on earth did you find a decent gyro??? (restaurant name, please.) I promise not to stake it out like a birdwatcher waiting to catch a glimpse of the mating habits of some rare species. I just want a decent gyro. <end hijack>
Man! This is like a romance novel.
Don’t count your studs before they’ve dated.
It was this past Sat. that the above took place, and at that time she said that she’d be in touch w/ me. So, I’m still in Limbo, even though it may be one of Limbo’s better neighborhoods.
I’m not so sure I should divulge the location. I may regret it.
You could just tell me a city, or general area & I’ll hit every bar in the area looking for it.
Or, you could e-mail me the name & swear me to secrecy on pain of death…
I just want some decent lamb. 