Once upon a time you tried your very best to impress me and attract me to be your girlfriend. Spending money on me, chauffeuring me, doing all sorts of tasks for me, everything that a man could and would do to attract a woman. But it failed. It landed you right in the friend zone. Just like ALL of the other women that you tried to date. Since you never stopped trying, hoping that one day I will eventually see your worth, I continued being friends with you because of all of the benefits it provided me. Gifts, manual labor, trips to go shopping, etc. One day you come over to see me, and I start asking questions about your sex life (or lack thereof), and you start to divulge all sorts of information to me. Humiliating, and downright pathetic information. I decide, why should I fake this friendship and suffer to get what I want, when I can get what I want right now? Using all of this information you’ve given me, as my number one bargaining chip!
