| Don’t accept it, don’t allow yourself to be in it! That’s how.
What is it, and why am I here?
It’s a state of being where a male inadvertently becomes a 'platonic friend' of an attractive female who he was trying to initiate a romantic relationship.
After all your valiant efforts, after all the dinners, movies, favors, you get “I like you soooooo much (Insert your name here,) but I don’t want to ruin a great friendship by dating you.
It’s a lie women tell their clingy ass male friends as a less hurtful way of rejecting their romantic advances. If a man doesn't immediately make his SEXUAL intentions known the woman will forever consider him a friend. He is then banished to be in the "friend zone" for eternity.
The ‘friend zone’ is like Rikers Island, only you can never get out. Once a girl decides you’re her ‘friend,’ its game over. You’ve become a complete non sexual entity in her eyes, like her brother, or a tampon.
She has made a conscious choice to NEVER fuck you.
Recognize it! Admit your there!
I see post after post of these poor fuckers. HOW DO I GET HER?
YOU DON'T .... NOT EVER.
No man is voluntarily in the dreaded “friend zone.”
The “nice guy” is meek, humble, and sadly in many cases, submissive to a woman. This is the root of the problem. In his race to be all that she needs, he attempts to please her, and in his quest to be the lovable underdog who makes her happy in order to win her over, he often shows no resistance to her undesirable behavior. Instead he shows weakness. Showering her with gifts and favors.
Think I’m kidding?
She was a raven haired beauty, ½ American white trash – ½ Sioux Indian. Eyes cut from emeralds, teeth of descending pearls. A poster of Cleopatra with the dirty edge of a young Cher. A Mermaid, a Siren. Calling my cock like a silent dog whistle.
I had just moved into a new place late spring and was taking a break from settling in, enjoying some sun on the condo patio. A little girl strolls up and plops her little ass at my feet, “Hi Mr. I’m ABBY!” I told her, “You can call me Heywood.”
She spent the next 10 minutes filling me in on her mom, the complex, the lay of the land, her sisters, and lots of other shit…. Lol.
We get interrupted by a shrill “ABBY MARIE GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!! WE DON’T TALK TO STRANGERS!”
Abby – “He’s not strange mom, he’s really cool, he’s Heywood.” Not moving to leave by any terms or means.
I hear flip flops quickly moving our way – you guessed it PO-ed mom.
Standing before me the oneites of a lifetime, wearing a gauzy orange sundress, still holding her bikini from the beach balled up in one hand, totally naked underneath, the setting sun making the dress but a thin veil of nothingness. I fell in immediate LUST.
We made pleasantries, I could not – or would not stand to greet, and my raging blue steel erection would have poked the poor little girl in the forehead.
I rally myself into Heywood mode – set up “No more stranger” welcome drinks for Sunday evening…. All is well.
Fast forward to Sunday, 3rd drink in, she’s still wearing her short skirt, but I have the panties clutched in my hand….It’s on… I lead her to my bed flip up that skirt to reveal that fine ass, I get ONE – FUCKING ONE! Pump, maybe two. We hear a scream just outside the bedroom door, “MOMMY!!!!!”
BLUE JUMPED UP FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!!
I forgot to lock the patio door – it was Abby.
The next morning she shows up in sweats and baggy mom T.
A Judge and jury all in one.
My crime – lust, pure lust.
The sentence – “Heywood I really like you, your cool as hell, but living this close, I think it’s best we just remain FRIENDS!”
The term – LIFE.
I spent the next YEAR – Trying to prove otherwise.
Fixing her car, watching her dog, taking her and kids to dinner. That pussy was on lockdown!
All the while she would drag home mutt after mutt, to splatter her snatch with unborn babies.
Then tell me how much she hated men.
What a waste of time, money, and energy. Only seeing my favorite FWB once a month to take care of the waxy build up. Forsaking all others.
I came to realize I wasting my life, how do I fix this. I’m not Mr. Nice Guy WTF? Never have been.
Like smoking, I QUIT IT COLD TURKEY. Completely removing her from my life. Stopped giving a fuck.
Within days it seemed women were throwing their pussy’s at me.
I learned a very valuable lesson. Like Rikers Island, the friend zone cannot be escaped.
Being “friend zoned” should not be tolerated. Ever.
Don’t be there to be that “sweet nice guy” she calls to fix her new hair dryer before she goes out later that night to give Mr. Cool a blow job. Doing otherwise sets you up for disrespect and to be a provider and the shoulder to cry on when the guy she gave anal to ends up breaking her slutty little heart.
Getting out of the friend zone is simple – walk the fuck away as soon as you are in it. Every moment in it is WASTED.
Men get friend zoned, because they allow themselves to be friend zoned.
The thing to realize is that you have the power.
She wants the friend. She wants the safety that society has told her comes without commitment. She wants the half boyfriend she can emotionally dump on without paying back in to the emotional bank. Do not allow it. If she won’t accept it, take your balls and go home.
Two months later, she wanted to meet for a drink to catch up, I said only if we’re fucking by 12:30, I gotta be somewhere tomorrow.
She said “I don’t fuck my friends” I said “Neither do I.”
Worst piece of ass ever…… pussy like Arby’s roast beef sandwiches.
The friend zone is worthless. If she calls you friend…RUN!
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