We have all been here: stuck in between dating and being close friends, miserably. And that’s what it is exactly, pure misery.
From a male perspective, I have no input. However, from a female’s I am well informed. This all may be unfamiliar to select bull headed males out there who are unknowingly creating, hands-down, the most irritating, pre-relationship adventure ever. Take note.
The scenario most often goes as follows: you meet, there is an attraction, but someone is too freaking slow to make themselves vulnerable and say “Hey, let’s be together.” (Now, one would think this would be the male figure, but that’s an entire article (or 7) in itself right there.) Then everybody just hangs out in la-la-land for the rest of forever, while feelings are bubbling out all over the place, and even the simplest of scenarios can be turned into a deep analytical brain-marathon for a girl. Of course this isn’t even factoring in all the little side adventures that make it that much worse: going out, what everyone else thinks, sex, money, blah, blah.)
Then things like, “You deserve something great, and you will find it,” “You are such a great friend,” “I hope I can find someone like you one day to date,” get thrown in there. This is where people start pulling out their hair! Is it necessary, people?
Obviously somebody always wants it more than the other, which is unfortunate. But that somebody who doesn’t want it will never be the type of person to say, “Hey, this isn’t happening…ever.” Because if they did, there would be NO friend zone! She would know it’s not going to happen, be sad, into being viciously angry, and then she’d find some other meat head to replace the said male with temporarily. Therefore there would be no friendship, and the chaos wouldn’t exist. But unfortunately this doesn’t happen.
Instead, somebody has to be the gutless one who can’t say they don’t want to be together, while the other person is the coward who won’t fight for what they want. In the end, lots of tears, lots of bitterness, and it always ends in cat fight…always.
Moral of the story: Boys, sack up. From the dawn of time females have been over analytical, bordering on nonsensical, and too stubborn to walk away from whom they want without reason. Just because she threatened to run your girlfriend over, doesn’t mean she accepted her free parking in the friend zone. We all know an unhappy female is not something to mess with.
*Any male explanations of this scenario would be welcomed graciously, despite the expected clash of the sexes in a topic of such misery*