Sunday, December 7, 2008

I'm looking forward to being "wife-zoned"

So in my college years, I have noticed a pattern with boys. To put it simply, I am often "friend-zoned." My friend, Marci Wright taught me this term this summer. It means that guys use various ways to ensure that I am a friend, not an interest.

Here are a few examples (real life by the way):

A guy in my ward is talking to me and he asks me if I know a certain girl. I say I do, but not very well. He then asks if I will get to know her better so that I can find out whether or not she has a boyfriend. Yep, friend-zoned.

A friend that I work with in the temple texts me and asks me if I can ask a sister temple worker if she has a boyfriend. Although he doesn't know her name, he is confident that I can still find a way to get to know her and ask her about her personal life with only one Saturday left to work at the temple. Friend-zoned.

A friend spends a whole evening in my company and tells me how amazing this other girl is and how no other girl will compare. Shall I say friend zoned??

My home teacher tells me how awesome I am and tells me that I will one day make a quality wife...to another man. Definitely friend zoned.

I hope those examples are clear to all of you. Can I just say that I am excited for the day that a guy will come up to me and say, "Wow, you're the most wonderful woman I have ever met and I want to date you." Yah, that will be blissful.

Oh even better when they ask me to be their wife because they want no other.

Lets just say that I'm looking forward to being wife-zoned.

4 comments:

Charisse Baldwin said...

That's so awesome! Guys used to ask me if my (twin) sister was dating anyone. If she was, they would ask me out (thanks, but I don't want my sisters' leftovers).

DiaNe said...

how sad for you. I can't imagine how that feels. I'll try to relate to you, though it'd be a stretch.

Baerman said...

Someday your prince will come...in the millenium....

Thank you Jonathan Brown for those inspired lyrics...

Love you Susie! We'll track him down for you. I'll use my uncanny sense of smell..."That smells like Ralph Lauren Polo...do you want to marry my sister?"

Lindsay Gunnell said...

Susie! It's been too long I can tell already. Good thing you're moving to DC because let's just say the Provo boys, well, I took the only good one. Here's to new horizons!