I was in the same boat for quite a while. She and I would hang out pretty much weekly, usually over drinks on Sunday afternoon, and talk about anything and everything under the sun, relationships and such included. It was exquisite torture to listen to her talk about this or that shithead-of-the-week who was treating her like a doormat, but I’d listen and give her straightforward advice (when asked). There was never any physical component at all; I don’t think we as much as shook hands.
Then one night we got good and loaded and she slept over at my place. Things were kinda weird and uncomfortable afterward, but we got over it, and this started to happen more and more often, and pretty soon we were dating and everything was cool.
I’m not going to go into how it all turned out because I don’t want to ruin the mood, but the moral of the story is: Stick with it. She’ll catch on.
Oh yeah: And drink liquor.