The “Friend Zone” Contains No True Friends
(A long-time friend of mine expresses his more-than-friendly ideas about us. The following conversation ensues:)
Me: “You know I’m married, and I don’t think of you like that.”
Friend: “Why?”
Me: “I’m married to [Husband]; I love him. I don’t want anyone else.”
Friend: “But why?”
Me: “I just told you.”
Friend: “That’s not an answer.”
Me: “Just because you don’t like what I’ve said, that doesn’t make it ‘not an answer.’”
Friend: “But we’ve been friends for years!”
Me: “Just friends.”
Friend: “So why not more?”
Me: “I. SAID. NO. If you can’t handle the fact that I don’t want to f*** you, then you can f*** off.”
Friend: “You don’t have to be a b**** about it.”
Me: “It seems I do.”
Friend: “Your loss!”
(He went on to post several updates about how “nice guys finish last,” the dreaded friend zone, and quotes about girls not knowing how to handle a decent guy when he comes along. A few of his friends commented, saying he was a good guy and that the girl in question would come to her senses too late. He commented back, calling the girl blind, slutty, and stupid. I took a screenshot of our conversation and posted it, adding the comment, “Which part of this makes me a blind, stupid slut? And if I am such a slut, wouldn’t I have said yes?” He promptly deleted it and blocked me. What a good guy, huh?)