My friend told me last week I’m a killer when it comes to placing guys on the dreaded friend zone; in fact, he said it with so much conviction it made me laugh so much I even made it a status on Facebook (hey guys, Prinsesa’s Anatomy is on Facebook too, Like it!). But you know what, I think the moment you meet a person, there is this immediate, almost automatic and subconscious, action of sorting him out, like whether there is a spark or not, in which if it is the latter, it is the friend zone directly.
I don’t think it takes much to know if you like, like a person in that way or otherwise. It’s like an instinct, I think, attraction of the sexes. You just know. However, I’m not taking out the possibility of developing unexpected feelings for someone you friend zoned too as the case may be in some instances. I’ve seen stories where guys rise up from the friend zone and get the girl. 😉
Turning the concept of friend zone back and forth in my mind, I figured that being in friend zone must suck more than actually getting the straightforward basted or rejection. At least when you get basted or rejected, it may mean you have actually gone to the point of doing something about your feelings whereas if you get friend zoned, the only thing you have done is breathe yet you’re already counted out. You did not even get a chance to make a fool of yourself, how unfair!
But here’s an interesting bit, my friend said it is only girls who can place guy on the friend zone, in which I strongly disagree. Guys sort out girls in as much as girls do it. Maybe it is just that the girls have more power when it comes to directing where an actual relationship goes, but regarding the beginning, it takes two and both have a choice on whether or not to recognize the potential of a person.
Now you all know I have been with the same person for an eternity, and this may be the reason why my friend says I’m lethal with picking guys and lining them up on the friend zone. But actually, I don’t mind being friends or being close with others who I know like me in that way. Well, it’s a fact I’m kind of insensitive to these things, as my friend points out too, but it’s really okay. I like them too anyway, as friends.
I’m trying to remember a time when I got friend zoned but it seems I can’t really recall anything worth telling. Maybe because it is normally never my concern if anyone likes me or not. How about you? Do you have horror stories regarding the friend zone? Share!