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Posted 15 hours ago
Posted 15 hours ago
Why Do Men Keep Putting Me in the Girlfriend-Zone?
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.
I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.
I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.
So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.<3
Posted 20 hours ago
I demand an answer
Posted 21 hours ago
Robot(?) leggings by Balenciaga. [Source]
Posted 1 day ago
When I was 13 this thing changed my life. Looking at this box reminds me of the first time I ever felt powerful. I recorded every single thing in my room, even though I didnt know anything back then. I felt like when Harry Potter first got his wand
*single tear rolls down my soft cool cheek*
I used to make music with this thing.
but obvs you could only record one track so i’d then play that track and record another one with it. it was me being lots of instruments.
primary school was fucking wild.
I made music and radio plays.
Posted 1 day ago
Yeah, I don’t think that we do normal
Posted 1 day ago
She might have fooled me, but she didn’t fool my mother.
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Posted 1 day ago
The Man of Steel comes across The Dark Knight.
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Posted 1 day ago
Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn
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