The Friend Zone
Oh the dreaded friend zone…something I’d heard about, seen people living in and watched countless romantic comedies make money from. How did I end up here? Well, that is a post too lengthy to write.
After a long evening of watching a group of men in their late twenties vie for my friend’s affection the evening was wrapping up. Back at a house, people were arranging for rides home or preparing to crash on couches…the most important part is my friend and I were happily climbing into our vehicle to put the long (and at many points fun) evening to bed. A sweet but drunk member of the party came up to me to affirm his affections for me, that we should be friends, “like platonic friends”. *Ouch*
Trust me when I say that I am okay with this. This group of people isn’t for dating but rather for experiencing a slice of Portland’s nightlife, people to BBQ or go bowling or floating with. The sting comes from the fact that I’d never been so firmly planted in the friend zone before. More often than not I manage to get there on my own by being a bit too enthusiastically affectionate. My life is a series of misunderstandings…I’m literally lost in translation at times.
A silver lining…it is good to know that at 35 there are still firsts to be had.