Backstory in short: met a really awesome guy who was exactly my type and single. only problem? complete. and utter. friendzone. to the point where I was told “we’re such great buddies!”
This guy who had been friendzoning me for MONTHS finally invited me to hang out with him. alone. at his house. with no one there but us and a couch. So, I got dressed up a little more than usual and was promptly there at the designated time.
A mutual friend of ours showed up to hang out and ended up on the couch while we shared a blanket on the floor. He kept being annoying by singing along to the musical we were watching, so I got coy and threatened to bite his tongue. After I did he laughed, so I kissed him. Still nothing.
I had to look him in the eyes and tell him “I like you a lot and kissed you on purpose. we should go out sometime.” for it to click.
we have been dating for six months.
Oh yah, I know that friend zone. I got friend zoned hardcore by my current boyfriend. It got ridiculous, he was living in my house, we were sleeping in the same bed, I was making him pancakes every morning, we’d cuddle and watch movies. We’d give each other massages with our shirts off. We held hands. I even told him I liked him and he said he didn’t feel that way. This went on for a year. One day, we were cuddling while watching a movie, and we finally kissed. It’s been three years now, and things are marvelous!
I called a fizzy drink ‘Soda pop.’ She said, ‘That’s so cute. If any guy ever asked me out for a soda pop I would have to say yes.’ Two years later I woke up in the middle of the night and realized she meant me.