Monday, August 15, 2011

Friendzone

Requested by Ruben
The friendzone. ahhhh, a terrible place. A place of sadness, a place of mockery, and a place of an unimaginable number of best friend hugs, that you wont ever get past. I'm in about 20 or 30 friend zones, with numerable girls. Let me tell you my story before I rant about the friendzone. Back in middle school, I asked out a few girls, got friendzoned, and moved on. Same with freshmen year. I brushed off most of the girls that I have friendzoned, except for a few. Now, I've started to work out, be more attractive, etc, and it's somewhat working. These girls are sort of flirting with me now. Well one of them is, because the other two have boyfriends, but still. I'm currently trying to get oout of the friendzone with the single girl, so I'm not sure how that'll go.

Moving on. The friendzone: relationship hell, a place you never want to be. The timeline goes something like this; You start talking to girl. You and her become friends. Talk to friends about it, they convince you to ask said girl out. You do this. Rejects you (without giving you a fucking chance). Week or two (maybe more) of sadness. "Can we still be friends?" of course we can. You think this is good because you'll be able to get out of the friendzone. WRONG. You end up listening to her talking about guys every hour of the day, complaining about how they're all douchebags and how there are no nice guys anymore (hey bitch look who you're talking to), and then you comfort her, she stays single for a while, always talking to you, you think things are looking up because you always talk and she gives you a lot of hugs and says she loves you all the time, then bam, another douchebag comes along and steals her heart. Well that's basically it. Almost impossible to get out of (unless shes a whore) and it sucks. Many of you know what I'm talking about and a select few don't. Chances are we've all been friendzoned at one point, so you know what you should do? Do what I do. If you're scrawny, work out (I havn't built muscle yet but I'm working on it) if you're not a flirt, start flirting, and so on. Just improve your overall attractiveness, and that doesn't just mean looks. Take up a sport, do something interesting. I fly planes, bitches love that. I snowboard (i'm cold blooded so I do it shortsleeved) bitches love that too. I've gotten most girls numbers snowboarding because I sing on the ski lift and wear short sleeve shirts. Common guys you can do it. Just try it.
Remember: Stay Gold.

13 comments:

  1. Agreed, tbh, if most girls friendzone me, unless they are the coolest chick ever, i just forget about them.

    was an interesting read, thanks for the entertainment!

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  2. Yeah the best thing to do is just move on. Show them you don't have time to waste. Make them come after you!

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  3. I was head over heels late in highschool, got friendzoned HARD. after moping around like a bitch for quite a while, i dropped 30lbs, and added 15lbs of muscle. Gotta say, never been so motivated in my life.
    Chick still has me in friend zone. she isnt with douches per se, just people i look at and go, HIM?!?!?!


    tl;dr
    you cant escape friendzone, but you CAN become a better person from it

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  4. i escaped the friendzone with my first gf lol

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  5. Agree with what Reality said. Don't go chasin' when they want to be chased! You turn around and make them chase you. ;3

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  6. I'm fine being friendzoned. I like to have friends.

    Check out my math blog.

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  7. lol, the friend zone... so hilarious. Avoid at all costs. A great movie about it... "Just Friends"... very funny. Follow +1

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  8. Friend zone makes me cry every day.

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  9. friendzoning sucks, manipulative bitches

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  10. Being friendzoned hurts when a chick you're longing for pulls out that card. Good call on singing on a ski lift. That's impressive.

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  11. i still look back at this from time to time. thanks again

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