The Friend Zone

Call me crazy.....ok call me a bit left of center, but I like the friend zone.

You can sing to each other for hours on the phone, you can be that "voice in the night" sender of facetious little emails you know only said friend will understand.....and, you don't have to put out !!! Hell, you don't even have to shave your legs !!!
You can sit at your laptop wearing week old yoga pants and sock monkey slippers with absolutely no make-up and an Olive Oyl hairdo....and "the bud" will still think you are amazing. What could be better ?

He's not going to sit across from you over a romantic dinner and tell you that your nose moves when you talk. He's not going to ask you to kick the cat off the bed. He's not going to complain when you don't want to be on top. But best of all....he's not going to suggest a wilderness camping trip for your birthday.

Of course, if the bud is ridiculously good looking, you will have the invariable Harry met Sally moments of hoping he might realize he's in love with you 5 minutes before midnight on New Years Eve. But those moments usually happen at 2:am after far too much chardonnay and they are generally gone in the morning.

Overall, he knows that you are his safety zone as much as he is yours, and, as much as anyone else may get......you will always get something they don't. Because he is your bud.

I am fortunate. I have two of them, and they each, in very different ways, remind me that I am fabulous even when the great un-washed take no notice. They make me smile when I feel invisible......and I cherish them.