For context: I’m a 19-year old student at UCLA. I met this girl, Sarah in the dorms my freshman year. We met again in the summer and became friends. She had a boyfriend at the time I met her, so I didn’t make a move. We hung out several times over summer and fall quarter. The more time I spent around her, the more I became attracted to her.

A few weeks ago, I was browsing facebook and took a look at Sarah’s profile. I found out that she is newly single. I was interested in pressing things further.

I happened to be throwing a party that Saturday, so I invited Sarah over. During the party, she came over with a few friends, one of which was a mutual “friend” of mine who had caused some trouble with my friend group. They basically pre-gamed (drank alcohol before going to another party) at my place for 15 minutes and then left. Ouch.

I thought she was actually going to stay and enjoy the party. I had the idea in my head that if she was over then I’d ask if she’s still in relationship, state my intentions, and escalate. Obviously, that didn’t happen. I wasn’t happy about that.

So I began to think about the friendship that I had with Sara. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t some friendship like I had with other people. It felt like boyfriend shit (or at least what I assume boyfriend shit is like) without the sex or physical intimacy. And judging from what she did at my party, she didn’t care much about me (if she did, she would’ve stayed). At best, I was a tool. Well, I’d have no more of that. I decided I’d meet up with her one last time and just state my intentions.

So I met up with her today at the local cookie shop. I meant to have my talk at the beginning, but I failed to do that. So it ended up being like another “date”. At the end, I stopped her before she left, and said something along the lines of this:

As we were about to part ways, Sarah said, “I’ll see you later”.

Just as she was turning to hear her way, I interrupted her, “Wait up, Sarah. There are a couple of things I need to say to you.”

She stopped and came back. I could see a look of surprise on her face. I could feel sadness well up within my chest. I acknowledge the emotions and went on. I breathed in, and said“ The first is that I’m not happy about what you did at my party two weeks ago. You and your friends just pregamed at my placed and left. I was pissed.” Man, that was hard to say, but it felt good to start to get this off my chest. I knew I was prepared for what was to come.

She began to look slightly defensive in addition to her surprise. “Well, I thought I told you that I was just stopping by.” I could see in her eyes that she knew that this wasn’t going to be a happy ending.

I kept on with my pursuit. “’That’s not really important now. What’s done is done. Secondly, this whole friendship thing isn’t working for me, precisely because I enjoy you too much. I’m way too attracted to you for this to keeping going on. It’s not emotionally healthy for me to continue.” I could feel a chill come over my body as I said this. Not exactly what I meant to say, but the core message was there: this needed to end.

A really uncomfortable smile came across Sarah’s face. I knew that she didn’t expect for things to happen like this. She said, “Well… Okay…”

Time to finish things: “So that’s that,” I said.

Sarah replied, “I guess I won’t be seeing you then.” Those words cut through me, and made me say something I didn’t mean to.

“I’m sorry.” I gave her a hug as she would usually do for me when parting ways. Except this one was different. It felt cold. We then parted ways.

As I went on my way back to my apartment, I could only think about what I just did, not what I had coming next. I was sorry. Not for breaking things off—that was necessary. I was sorry for the whole situation. I was sorry for myself that I had wasted time with this girl that was a dead end. I couldn’t deal with the person I wanted to be constantly in the back of my mind, held in front of me like a window display. I knew I made the right decision. I just wish I hadn’t created this mess for myself in the first place.

So that, brothers, is how I escaped the friend zone. I simply left. If you were expecting a happy ending and feel disappointed, get used to it. You’re going to feel that way a lot on your journey for love. In my experience, it doesn’t get any better, and it doesn’t really happen any less often. I just get better at dealing with it. Just as you will.

Now, I feel the same way when my grandpa died a month ago. It had to happen. I acknowledge that. I’m just ready for it to be over.