I wasn’t sure even after weeks of talking, what we were. After we both laughed, he said, “I do have one question for you though.
What in the heck do you do out in your car after you run at the gym?
“I have zero game in real life cuz I’ve never been the guy in the crowd at a bar, really, that’s approached anybody because I’ve always been on stage," he explained.
I slipped into the car, looked around as if I was committing a crime and sprayed below the window line of my car. Well I casually strolled towards John’s way and I uttered words.
I think I even pulled the old stunt, talking about the weather but with his incredible smile, I was pulled into his world. I went into the house with shoulders slumped: “I AM THE FRIEND ZONE!
I still dated while fielding the occasional questions from my peers and elders about why I had to yet to find love.
They were curious about what I desired in a romantic partner.
I said, “Well, I’ve been seeing him and wanted to come up to say hey but I didn’t want him to think I was some random, crazy girl.” I intentionally gave up this bit of information because I knew that night the roomie would tell John who I was.
This was meant to be a forewarning…Diana’s about to make her move.
We went to high school together, and I hadn’t seen him in eight years.
I was very timid and after eight years, I figured he wouldn’t know who I was.
Every day at the gym, I’d finish my run, fumigated myself in the parking lot and talked to this handsome, sweet guy for two hours. I’m going to know if I’m in the friend zone or not.” Well, it didn’t happen like that at all. ” Finally, the next weekend, John grew as irritated as I had, asking what this was.