Nice Guys escape the Friend's Zone.
Just Friends Zone
No. We’re not Dating. I’m just her Friend.
Feb 13th
“Wow. (slight pause) You are beautiful. (pause) Listen… I don’t want to be your friend. I don’t want to be the guy you call up at three o’clock in the morning, complaining about all the jerks in your life. I don’t want to be the man who listens to you whine about all the creepy guys that hit on you that day. And I definitely don’t want to be the man who you blow off for some great sex with a loser. I just don’t want to be him. (big pause) I want to be the guy who lights up your eyes when I enter a room. I want to be the man who you wake up in the morning thinking about, and the last person on your mind before you go to sleep. I want to be the man who will hold your hand one minute, and wrestle you to the ground the next. I want to be the man who you’ll come up with every excuse to be next to. The man that makes your mind wonder, and your heart beat just a little quicker. That’s the man I want to be and if there is even a slightest doubt in your mind that I might not be that man, tell me now, and I’ll walk away.”
34. Are you drawn towards romantic comedies or sad songs?
Feb 4th
The reality of it all is that I was consoling myself. I was acting like a boy, not a man. I was wallowing in my self pity and I became addicted to the emotions associated it with it. And yes, I was acting like a small child because in a way, I was pouting. And pouting is what boys do to get his mother’s attention. Except the attention I was seeking was hoping, in a small way, that she would feel sorry for me enough to like me more as more than just a friend. Which is absolutely absurd and when you think about it, a nice guy’s manipulation tactic that always fails. It’s just plain unattractive.
Women In The Friend’s Zone!
Jan 30th
I still can not believe how many women come to my pages being stuck in the friend’s zone. But then again when I think back to all the women that were obviously interested in me and yet I felt nothing for them, I suppose it’s possible.
How I Escaped the Friends Zone
Jan 28th
I was a prisoner doing a life sentence. The jury that handed me the verdict consisted of only women.
“Guilty,” They read aloud.
“On all counts.”
The judge peered at me with a disgusted look on his face. The reading glasses he wore were sliding off the tip of his nose reflecting a blinding light on me. I squinted back up at him hoping for compassion but I never got it. He demanded I make reparations and that I, Peter White, be deemed to live out my life as number 674893123. A prisoner of the friend’s zone.
27. Do you feel you understand the opposite sex?
Jan 2nd
Well if you’re like most people you haphazardly throw your pissed off hand underneath the bed. You begin to poke and feel but you just can not seem to find it. So you lean over a little for that extra reach and, hey, there it is. You separate your thumb and finger hoping to pull it in and by doing so, you push it away even further from you.
You’re so comfortable and warm. You just don’t want to get up. So you try again but this time there’s no way to get it. It’s gone. Lost in the darkness and far from your view. You have two choices now. Get up, turn on a light, and skilfully acquire the ring. Or you can just roll over and wait until morning.
Which do you choose?