There are two types of friend zone. One where the romantically uninterested party genuinely values someone as a friend, and genuinely cares about their feelings. Heartbreaking for the rejected subject, especially if it's the only response they ever get, but no moral wrong done.
Then there's the second type. Where the romantically uninterested party is too much of a coward to admit they hate the rejected person. They may just be using them. They may be laughing behind that persons back. One thing is for sure, the romantically uninterested party does not care a bit about the rejected party, and they do not deserve the air they breave. The perpetrator of the second type of friend zone is a sub human little scumbag lying coward.
Otherwise known as my one and only ex. We tried on a whim, went out for two weeks, then she said she had "too much going on" and "needed to focus on getting work" and thought "we were better as friends".
Only a week later, she invites me out, just me and her she says, only to become third wheel to her new boyfriend.
Message received plain and clear, b****. I disappeared. I felt too ashamed to go out anymore. She kept texting me, trying to get me to cone out again, all the while I was trying to forget she was ever born. She finally stopped a year after. I hate her. She deserves to burn in hell. Every now and again, I'm reminded of it by something like this, then I just want to smash everything I find. I'd suffered years of isolation, then that b**** takes advantage of my loneliness? Needless to say I've given up. The only girls I will talk to now will be friends, because I know damn well if someone actually found me attractive, they'd just be another filthy liar.
Sorry for the rant, but you can't imagine the sheer anger anytime I'm reminded of her.
