Highway To The Friend Zone

Six years ago today, I met my husband. Although I knew from the first encounter that I’d one day marry the crap out of Joel, the feeling was, in no way whatsoever, mutual. In the beginning, I was in the friend zone…

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Chicago, 2011- LOOK AT THAT “GET OFF ME” BODY LANGUAGE

It’s no secret that Joel took his sweet time escalating our relationship (read more about that here), and I’m really not complaining because, duh, we’re married now…. But that year and a half spent in relationship limbo when he “didn’t want to put a label on us” was a pain in my 21 year old ass. I spent who knows how many nights contemplating never texting him again, but I always gave in because when you love someone, you bombard them with calls and text messages so they know you mean business.

The same thing happened with Christina and her husband, Brandon. She was friend zoned for over a year and now they have two kids. Come to think of it, my ridiculously good looking sister-in-law, Laura, was ‘zoned by her husband, Todd, for like 5 years. I guess what I’m getting at is: it’s possible to leave the friend zone and find yourself in Love Town? Loveville? RelationCity?  This post is dedicated to any sad sap who finds him/herself in the same situation, you can persevere! You can be more than “just friends”.

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YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME NOW.

 

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