By Antony Kiprotich
Don’t you
just hate it when that person, whom you clearly love and cherish, makes you an
involuntary prisoner at that Siberia of relationships called the friend zone?
It is as if all your affection and concern doesn’t count a thing, while that
dude who doesn’t give a hoot about her and even hurts her feelings at every
turn seems to be getting her love. Her attention. Her favours.
Why is this
happening?
Why does
this guy end up being friend zoned?
Why don’t
ladies just give this guy a chance?
He is the
responsible one who always finish their assignments on time. They never miss
class and they always dress decently at all times. You will see him waiting
patiently at the corridor as his girl talks endlessly with her band of
girlfriends. He will act as a sentry to that pretty girl, guarding her drink at
the club and of course the missus’ purse while the lady in question twerks and
grinds her back to some stranger’s groin on the dance floor. Afterwards, he
will carry her drunk useless self out of the club to the safety of his crib
after she causes a ruckus with another equally drunk girl who warns her to
‘stay away from her man or else’
The
following day, he will clean up after her. The mess she leaves from her puke,
whose smell now resembles some decomposing body, will give him answers to why
her phone was switched off since lunchtime until their club date that she
insisted to. Since he practices the virtues of ‘forgive and forget’ he would
let the whole episode slide without a fuss.
This guy
would never embarrass himself in public by saying obscenities. He will
carefully measure his words and will zip up his mouth until the appropriate
time. Neither will he argue with the girl of his dreams. He values peace and
stability. And more often, he will remain mum even as the memsahib complains
about this or when she flirts with other men in his presence, which he hates
but can’t do anything about it.
He will be
there when she comes to his room, crying after she was dumped by that jerk of a
man who is the captain of the rugby team. In her lowest moment, she would
recall the special things that our friend zoned guy did to her and she would
feel guilty. In ‘appreciation’ she would allow him to sample her cookie jar and
when he thinks that all is well, he gets shocked when a week later, he sees her
whatsapp profile picture and status. It’s not about him but some other guy who
will later break her heart before the end of semester exams commence.
When the
results are out in the new semester and she is sure that no re sit awaits her,
the arrangement ends. The sleepovers will become a distant memory and so will
the sex. She will be at her game; chasing the college hunks and the jerks. She
will come back for that ‘mourning’ period when she gets heartbroken, or when
her body is sore after that rough session with that weed smoking dude, who has experimented on her those overrated
gymnastics he watches from pornhub.

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