Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Oops..I did it again

As a spinster, I enjoy making friends. You know, meeting new people, riding the friendship train, so on and so forth. However, sometimes this gets me into trouble…..

specifically with the male gender.

A recent troublesome conundrum occurred in my intro. to law class.

(Now I know what you are all thinking. “Gert, you are only in that class to meet the men.”
To all of you I say “false.” I actually am interested in law…sue me…no pun intended.)

Anyways, I developed a friendship with a delightful young man. The word FRIENDSHIP cannot be stated enough.

So, as friends, we walked together since we were going the same way. He asked me how far I was walking and I said, "pretty far."
Dun, dun, dun.

Kindly he said “let me give you a ride. I am parked close by.”

I thought to myself, “what harm can a ride do?” So I agreed.

We walked to the parking lot and I walked towards what I thought was his car. Again, I made a mistake…an all too common occurrence.

He said, “no, this is my ride.”

Behold, the motorcycle.

To make a story short, I had to straddle my friend and hold on to him for dear life because I am terrified beyond description of cycles with motors.

This gave him the wrong idea……he wanted to be more than friends.


Moral of the story.....not sure
How to express you are "just friends"....not sure




  1. I'm torn because on the one hand, friends who unwantedly want to be more are a bummer. But a little tiny part of me (the part that really likes romantic comedies from the 80's) is like, BUT, GERT! HE HAS A MOTORCYCLE!!!


  2. I think you get points for just handling the whole motorcycle situation. I would have been all "Um, yeah, this is not going to work, I am a giant baby."

    The easiest way to establish "just friends": tell him you're committed. It's not really a lie even if you're single because everyone is committed to SOMETHING, ex/ watching Grey's Anatomy, eating the whole box of cookies, etc.

    But he doesn't need to know that.

  3. Dear Gert.
    When I read this post my first thought was "Please say she had a helmet." We always say that boys will be the death of us but you do not need to speed the process by getting on one of their death machines.
    Please don't die.
    I would have no more friends.

  4. Char, I wore his helmet. I am no lunatic.
    Safety first!

  5. I'm so glad to hear that you put safety first! And I'm convinced it's impossible to fully convince guys that you have placed them in the friend zone; your wit and beauty alone will have them harboring an eternal hope that they will be the lucky guy to win your elusive heart. Meanwhile, I just like hearing these stories :)

  6. I've given up on trying to avoid the inevitable with male friendships. I have developed a time-line, almost down to the exact day when my "friends" will suddenly confess their ever-growing feelings for me. They say.."Sarah, I know you told me you were only looking for friendship..." hoping that somehow our story would be one similar to that of a Nicholas Sparks book.
    Girls, lets not be afraid of this. It really is their faults. Especially when we draw the line. Is it really our fault if they take WALKING NEXT TO THEM the wrong way??
    Just get used to DTR's. After a while you won't even stress out.

  7. haha hey at least you got to ride a motorcycle. I have yet to experience that.

    Miss H

  8. Friend Zone...there's got to be some sublimial way that guys can realize they're in the Friend Zone. Why can't we all read each other's minds? It would make life a ton easier!

    P.S. Rockin blog! Keep it up!!!