Easy Rider ,found me on POF. He was a nice fellow, good smile, single dad, had a job and a motorcycle – all good things. We chatted a few times and decided to meet in real life. We went bowling. It was fun, he was charming, he gave me flowers and a bone for my dog. He gave me a short kiss and we went our separate ways. I knew we didn’t’ have a love connection, but he didn’t. Like a dog with a bone he came after me. And let me tell you, he was one determined man. After a few months of dodging his advances, he finally realized we were just going to be friends – or as he tells people he was “friend-zoned” and all was right with the world.
Fast forward to last week. I was out of work for over a month as I was on strict vocal rest. We had an amazing woman named Angie C fill in for me and upon my return we decided to keep her around for a while. I love her, she’s hilarious. Last Tuesday she asked if I knew this guy. I said “yes that’s Easy Rider”, we have dated. I guess he had found her on Facebook and liked what he saw. She asked me if I would mind if they went out. I honestly didn’t know what to say. There were very specific reasons he was friend-zoned and I felt like I needed to tell her these reasons. But I didn’t. Why didn’t I? Seems like a shitty thing to do, but at the same time she seemed determined to go out with him no matter what so I gave the pair my blessing and sent them off into the world. He promised not to take her where he took me on our date. What a gentleman.
The date happens tomorrow. I’m going to guess the friend-zoning will start the day after.