The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil - Carolyn

Hey World Hey, 

          Carolyn, when I met her I was blown away. It was like a breath of fresh air. The light finally came on at the end of the tunnel. My wings were full grown, I could finally take flight, and every other cliche you can think of. It was almost perfect, and I say almost because there were a few issues from the start. Issues like ex boyfriend drama, previous psychiatric battles, daddy drama, and ex baby issues. Oh and did I mention she had a boyfriend at the that time. ( Just by reading that paragraph you can already tell that the what I learned portion of this chapter is extensive.) Nevertheless this girl was amazing. She didn't hide her past, but she didn't glorify it either. It was as if she accepted it and had moved on from all of those issues. I was instantly hooked by her down to earth persona. It was refreshing to meet a girl so cool. However since she had a boyfriend, and I wasn't about to step on his toes. I kept all notions of my feelings free from her radar. It wasn't hard to do because she was oblivious. She knew very little about me. 

          Well needless to say a short time after we met she broke up with her boyfriend, (go figure huh) and not long after that we were "talking". We  were both very into each other and we might as well have dated, but we were both trying to give her a respectable time to "get over" her last relationship., or so I thought. Well after a tear filled conversation about how I didn't want to be serious and how she felt neglected I asked her out. (don't judge me to the end) We dated for a month or so, things were good in fact they were beautiful. Everything was looking like forever was in the distance. Then slowly but surely the issues, that I thought in the beginning were taken care of, started to creep out and come between us. Now in all fairness I had my own situations with work and school going on that kind of got in the way as well. You know the natural things like work, school, money, those kind of issues. Things that could cause problems with any relationship. That being said, things got really tense at times, they were really awesome as well, but it seemed the deeper we got into the relationship the more the bad outweighed the good. We tried to take the relationship in better directions multiple times. We would talk, we would decide on a direction or action, then we would try to go there. Eventually she wouldn't like the direction or I would cave and we would go right back to where we were. It just wasn't healthy physically or mentally for the both of us. 

          Believe it or not, I loved her, hard, even through all the drama. I loved her with all I had and I made sure everybody knew it. At times I couldn't even tell you why, but I did. I even had gone as far as to save money to set her grandmothers ring in a new setting. I was planning the proposal, had the jeweler picked out. It was forever for me. I thought I could deal with it all. You know all the issues, all the fighting, all the tears and late nights of worry and anger. I thought we could work it out together. However, our plans differed, our minds were totally on two separate plains. So after a lot of fighting, bickering, and confusion we broke up. I believe it was for the best. At first I didn't think it would happen. I never wished it to happen but it did. It was hard at first. It's supposed to be hard. Not gonna lie, I cried the first day. But; I took a step back to evaluate myself and realized that it was absolutely the best thing for me. I used to think she was the best thing for me. Funny how that works out.

                                                     What I learn from Carolyn

1. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and talks like a duck, its not a dog but it may be a goose. Red flags are very important in any relationship. Red means stop. Think about what your going to do. Me, I didn't do that. I dived head first into a puddle and tried to roll around and hope I got wet. It was the dumbest thing I could have ever done. I should have never gotten into the relationship in the first place. I do not regret it, but if I could do it all over I wouldn't do it at all. it wasn't worth the stress. It looked like it was going to be perfect. It look like a great match, but looks can be deceiving. 

2. If a girl has issues with their father, she will have issues with you. Point blank. Nuff said. 

3. Protect your heart and your sanity. I give both of those things away too easily I always have. Its my personality. I can be so engrossed in a girl that nothing else matters. However that is a wrong way of thinking, because everything else matters. 

4. Lead her no matter what. If she doesn't want to follow than that's on her. Never be so afraid to lose her that you lose yourself and modify who you are and what you believe. I did that with her. i was so afraid of losing her that I tried to do whatever I could to keep her. Again, that's wrong thinking. No relationship is important enough for you to lose value in yourself. 

5. Take responsibility. You know blame is always thrown around after a breakup, but honestly this relationship was on me. It should have never happened. I knew better. I've been through enough on my own to see the red flags and heed them, but I didn't. I was too caught up in the emotional, physical, and personal benefits of the relationship that I didn't care. Its always nice to have somebody around, but it came at a high price. I should have made smarter decisions. 

          When it all boils down, yes, love is blind. The thing that most people forget is that you have 4 other senses to use when love has blinded you. Every one of them can help you see more clearly. I wish I would have payed more attention to my senses early on, because pain, stress, frustration, and loss, all suck simultaneously. 

Hope this helps somebody out there.

Love ya world,

            Vic 

          

The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil - Stella #2

Hey world,


          So I know I said I would post this tomorrow, but I had to get this out today!! So you know how there are those girls that give you all the signals and every inkling that they are attracted to you or that they like you? You know those girls, the ones that tell all their friends about you. They tell everyone how they feel about you, but you. Yea that was Stella #2. However, unlike Stella #1, Stella #2 couldn't speak to me in person at all! Well, I mean she would smile and continue conversation, but she didn't speak unless spoken to, at least not to me she didn't. It was a very quiet friendship (because we never dated), but man she just looked so good! UGH!! It was frustrating at times, but then again we were both kids, 17 years old, no knowledge of what a real relationship was going to be. All we knew was that we liked each other.

          Thing is, she was smart. She said she didn't want a relationship until she had spent some serious time in school. Seeing as how we were both freshman at the time, I was OK with that. In fact, I respected it and was completely on board with it. You see, contrary to popular belief at the time.
I really liked her. Like a lot, a whole lot. It wasn't love, I had yet to figure out what that was, but to me it was pretty close, at that time. Like I said earlier I was a kid. I was dumb and inexperienced in the ways of women. I had no idea that what i thought was a good thing, wasn't anything at all.

          Yea, as quick as it started, it ended. She just stopped talking to me one day. I never knew why, till this day, but hey, if it was that easy it wasn't meant to be. In all reality I probably did something to make her upset, or I said something or somebody else said something. Either way it was done. It didn't hurt me, it was just perplexing. I couldn't seem to figure out what I'd done wrong. That's what messed me up the most, not knowing. It was like someone coming up to you and smacking you in the face and you had no idea why. I raked my brain for months afterward trying to figure out what I'd done wrong. Eventually I just got over it....and yea that's the story of Stella #2.

      What I learn from Stella #2

          #1 Establish a better foundation before you really commit to something. Now this could come off as having commitment issues, but it really isn't. It's being smart. It's choosing wisely to better yourself. It's having the mental fortitude to know whether or not you want to pursue a relationship with this person based on who they are, and what you can and cant live with. I believe that is exactly what Stella #2 did. She made those decisions for herself while I was too busy feeling. She was thinking. 

          #2 Talk about more than just your day. Really get to know the person, what makes them tick and click and cluck. these things are important. If there is no depth than when the tide comes its over.
(and the tide comes in daily) 

          #3 Spend time talking alone, without friends. If there is never a point that you can have one on one conversation. You will never really see that person for who they really are. Phone calls, emails, hand written letters (I know old school), all of these will help you have those intimate conversations without pushing the boundaries of comfort.

          I guess if there is a nugget of wisdom in this it would be just to realize exactly what your getting into before you do it. If I would have realized this, it would have saved me a lot of trouble.

love ya world

Vic

 

Whats new in the world?

Hey world

     Its been a while, but here I am. I have been pretty busy. Things have picked up in my life and it gets a little crowded sometimes, but boy is it fun. Lately I've been trying to be more social, because for a while I wasn't doing any of that mess lol. Work has just been too crazy!
I now work 2 & 1/2 hours away from my home, and my city San Diego. I miss it at times, but I'm home as much as I can be. For those who don't know, I am a respiratory therapist in a city called Indio, California.
I'm currently trying my best to get back to San Diego, Its just going to take a little work on my part. Which I'm totally down to do, and doing. But other than work, not much else has been going on. Just doing my thing, (which means sleeping and eating and working) but yeah, even my instagram posts have been boring. So you know I'm boring. Follow me still if you want @deceivingmocha same as my twitter account.

Oh before I forget, My brother and I put a new YouTube video up. Its a song i wrote when I was 18 I believe, I can't really remember which girl I wrote it about or for, but whatever its a good song.
I'll link it at the end.

Speaking of Girls, Tomorrow I will post "The Love of Women: the root of all my evil -Stella #2 and Ameila. Which are two separate posts guys don't get exited. They should be pretty fun to read as they are going to be fun to write.

Lastly, if you guys have questions or comments you would like to as leave them here or at my gmail @victor.marshall2@gmail.com

love ya world
dueces

The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil - Beatrice

Hey World,

          Every story has a beginning, a starting line, a gun blast, the fateful even that changes life as we know it, and this is mine. The first girl, I ever dated, like officially dated. Well, this is my first attempt at least. I could drag out this first paragraph to be structurally sound and feel better about myself, but I am dying to tell you this ridiculous story so I will begin. (See what I did there?)

          Oh the joys of being young and stupid. That is how I will preface this chapter, because that is exactly what it was, young stupidity. There was a time when I was oblivious to every female advance, every "she likes you" hehe, and every note passed. It was kind of pathetic really, but that was how I was. I mean hey, I was 15. Anyway, I kind of just walked around in oblivion happy and complete. Then I met Beatrice.

          At first, I wanted nothing to do with the girl we will call Beatrice. Yes, she was "cute", ok honestly she was beautiful, but I wanted nothing to do with her because my eyes were set on someone else at the time. I ignored Beatrice, and for the most part, barely had conversation with her. I never planned on ever crossing the friendship barrier with her. Apparently, Beatrice had other intentions. After a cruel twist of events like I like to call parental intervention, the girl I had my eyes set on was no longer an option for me. Since she was a dead option, I started to notice the other live options available to me. Some more appealing than others, but none more apparent than Beatrice. See Beatrice liked me and made everyone else aware of it. It started to become clear that I was the only one who hadn't noticed it before. Like the young stupid idiot I was, I started to like the attention, started listening to my horny peers, and started toying with the option of Beatrice. The problem was, Beatrice was vocal about her "like" for me to everyone but me. Apparently she talked about me all the time, she also had pictures, and things of mine, like candy wrappers and things like that. She would talk to everyone but me. Every time I would attempt to strike up conversation with Beatrice, all she would say was hey. No joke she could barely get off 3 words in front of me. This type of conversation, while later on in life was partial inspiration for a song, was in hind sight idiotic and I should have ran from it, but being the before mentioned stupid, young, child, I did not. It was honestly annoying, but I was intrigued, and determined to get to know her better. So I gave her my phone number, and surprise she could talk for hours over the phone but still no words in person.

          Time passed and many moons and overnight phone conversations later, Beatrice grew on me and I decided to ask her out. So being the young stupid kid I was I wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to her. Of course she wrote back because the only thing she could seem to say was my name.  Victor
Perry Marshall (the second), every time I saw her that was the only thing I could get out of her, but as soon as I call her we could talk forever. So as most kids who rack up huge phone bills find out. my parents didn't like my phone habits so they took my phone. That meant, no conversation ever with Beatrice, and soon she slips me another piece of paper, saying we were broken up, and she had found someone else at school. Finally! I was surprised it had lasted that long. It was the weirdest relationship I ever had, because we barely had one. Funny thing is I saw her again almost ten years later, and all she could say was " Hi Victor Perry Marshall (the second)" Haha, disaster averted!



                                                        What I Learn From Beatrice

          First, peer advice is not always best, Take time to actually want to be in the relationship on your own, because your peers won't be in the relationship, you will. If I would have stuck to my original thoughts, this ridiculous relationship would never have happened

          Second, communication is very important. I could not stand the fact that Beatrice couldn't talk to me. It was that star struck, your important, I can't believe I'm actually talking to you mentality, that I hate so much. While I deserve to be treated with respect I'm also human and nobody important. I can't stand that type of girl, especially if she's my girlfriend. It just made me more apt to talk to anybody and everybody and not be closed off to girls I wouldn't ever see myself dating.

          Third, It shows me not to drag a hopeless thing on just to be in a relationship. I'm glad I learned that lesson early, because it could have bit me later on.  Beatrice should have ended before it started and I let it go just to say that I was in a relationship, which I tried to hide as much as possible anyway. See young and stupid.




          World, this is just the beginning of the craziness that was and is my dating life. It gets more interesting I guarantee it. If you enjoy it and have questions or comments please feel free to leave a comment and I will respond and answer them for you.

Till next time
VICTOR PERRY MARSHALL (THE SECOND)

The Love of Women : The Root of All My Evil - Stella #1

Hello World,

          Everyone anyone has ever known, if they are honest with themselves, can look back at the bullets they've dodged. Not literal bullets, but figurative, imaginary, life changing bullets. You know what I mean, the relationships that could have been catastrophic, for example; the baby trapper female, or the secret cutter. Those are scary. Most of the time the bullets that get dodged have already left the gun. Boy have I had my share of those. This particular story is not one of those. This is a story about dodging a pre-shot bullet, I'll call it a slug, and that slugs name was...Stella #1.

     

          This story starts out like an 80's television series. I'm just going to put that out there. Here I was, a sixteen year old kid, my first semester in college. I had graduated high-school early and was given an ultimatum by my father. Go to college, or go to our churches institute. Because I felt the need to study something other than Bible I went to college. Sixteen years old, wide eyed for knowledge and hungry for excitement, I quickly made friends, female friends. Of course, most of them, nay all of them were quite older than I was, but that didn't matter to them. Some protected me like I was their little brother, while others threatened to rape and defile me. I believe some of them meant it. For the most part I kept myself pretty clear of the admirers, using the phrase: "I'm trying to focus on school right now, not relationships." I wish I would have kept that mentality. Anyway, my love for socializing and music came together with the group of friends I started hanging out with. Singing, dancing, carrying on and what not became the norm for me, which obviously attracted more female attention. I boldly staved them off until the day that I met Stella #1.

     

          Stella #1 was, to me, the closest embodiment of my favorite actress, Catherine Zeta Jones. The first time I saw her I imagined her with a sword in her hand, black mask across her eyes, wearing cowboy boots with the spurs. WITH THE SPURS!! Needless to say we hit it off like no girl I had ever known before, bold statement for a sixteen year old. She was easy to talk to, and she talked to me in front of people, unlike Beatrice who I'll tell you about later. Man, we really understood each other. So after knowing her for all of two weeks. I decided to pop the question. Not "THE QUESTION", but the other question, the lesser question, the "will you go out with me" question. The only problem now was, how to do it.

          To the learned person reading this, understand I had never verbally asked a girl out before.  So this was a big deal for me. I didn't want to use the same method I had used with Beatrice, write it on a piece of paper. I was growing up. I had to impress. So I did what came natural to me at the moment. I punked out and sang her a remixed Usher song on her answering machine when I knew she was at work. Nailed it! She loved it, said yes, showed all her friends and we lived happily ever after duh! FALSE! She did love it, said yes, and did show all her friends, but happily ever after only lasted 2 days. See to my surprise she already had a man back home, with whom she lived with. If that wasn't bad enough, he was coming to visit in a few weeks. So we "broke up" and I didn't feel too bad about it, and I was kind of rude when explaining that to her. I mean, to me she had a man, thanks for the honesty after we get together, but whatever I'm done with you. So we stopped talking and that was that. At least that's the way I perceived it. 

          To Stella #1 we could still be close, in fact, she was mad that we were not still close. This was evident by a conversation we had a month or so after the "breakup" in which she accused me of not hanging out anymore and not having feelings anymore for her. All of which were true. I had not realized before that point that it mattered to her. The only thing I knew was that it no longer mattered to me. 

                                               What Can I Learn from Stella #1

     
          First, I learn to take the time to really get to know someone before you get into a relationship with them. It is the "look before you leap" concept. If I would have slowed my raging hormones down, I could have determined the fact that she had a boyfriend back home. That would have saved the embarrassment on both parts, and most likely saved a friendship.

          Second, I learn to communicate exactly what your expectations and feeling are in the beginning and at the end of a relationship. You see, Stella #1 thought we could still have something, but I on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with her after she told me she had a man. If We would have talked about that as we ended our brief relationship, feelings could have been spared.

          Third, I learn that even though the other person may have hurt you or even ruined your mentality of them, they are still people. They still have feelings, whether or not you share them. Being rude does not have place even if it is warranted. Do not hesitate to be honest but, you don't have to be intentionally rude, and I was.






Well world that is the story of Stella #1, she wasn't the first girl I dated and she definitely isn't the last. Or this would be a very short blog series. I hope you like it. I appreciate your feedback positive and negative. I will respond to all your comments and concerns in this blog series. If it's negative I'll read it and respond, but doesn't mean I'll do anything about it lol. Well I hope you like it and can learn from my life.


Love ya world,
Vic

"The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil" - Introduction

Hey World

        Here it is the first installment of the book, it is introduction, to what promises to be an insightful and interesting journey through my memories and onto paper. I will be writing these one "story" at a time, hopefully I can do it weekly but I won't make any promises. I would appreciate your comments and input. Thanks everyone...enjoy!

                                                      Introduction

       Right off the bat I want to say the purpose of this book isn’t to glorify the relationships I’ve been in. Nor is it to degrade any of the women/girls I’ve been interested in or dated. It is more to help me see where my mind was at and where it is today in regards to women and how I am in a dating relationship, with the hopes of helping other people realize their own shortcomings and strong suites. I have found that people often jump from relationship to relationship without considering the reasons, or "breakup factors" contributing to the failure of said relationship. If solutions to these "breakup factors" are not implemented, a person often ends up repeating the same mistakes and compiling them with new ones in a new relationship. This book, call it a memoir of sorts, is my attempt to correct my own mistakes. By looking into the mindset of a younger me; using hind site, which everyone knows is 20/20, I hope to see the error of my ways and prevent myself from making the same category of epic failure.
      
        All of these women’s names have been changed of course, because let’s face it. People are crazy. I don’t want anyone to hunt these girls down and pester them at all. Some of them are happily married with lives of their own and I personally don’t want to be involved with any embarrassment or harassment. Some of them might recognize the stories and be offended by the content, to that I say write your own book. To the best of my ability, all of these stories are true and from my own opinion, and as you will see, I hold no punches of what I thought then and what I think now. Some of these stories are indeed humorous and some of them sad. Such is the dating life. I do not consider myself an expert in relationships in any way shape or form. These are simply my own experiences, good and bad, and what I’ve learned from them. Thank you for taking the time to read this far, I hope you will enjoy the rest of the book.

                                          

Love ya World!

The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil (snippett)

Hey World,
Here is a snippet of my book that I am writing entitled The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil . In this book I talk about all my exes, the way I saw them then, and the way I see them now. I also look at how I was good and bad, the things I did wrong and the things I failed to do. In some ways the book is a self critique, and self "bro-check", in others its a great true story written from my mind. Whatever way you take it, I hope you enjoy.

 Introduction

Right off the bat I want to say the purpose of this book isn’t to glorify the relationships I’ve been in. Nor is it to degrade any of the women I’ve been interested in or dated. It is more to help me see where my mind was at and where it is today in regards to women and how I am in a dating relationship, with the hopes of helping other people realize their own shortcomings and strong suites. All of these women’s names have been changed of course, because let’s face it. People are crazy.

  I don’t want anyone to hunt these girls down and pester them at all. Some of them are happily married with lives of their own and I personally don’t want to be involved with any embarrassment or harassment. However, all of these stories are true and from my own opinion, and as you will see, I hold no punches of what I thought then and what I think now. Some of these stories are indeed humorous and some of them sad. Such is the dating life. I do not consider myself an expert in relationships in any way shape or form. These are simply my own experiences, good and bad, and what I’ve learned from them. Thank you for taking the time to read this far, I hope you will enjoy the rest of the book.

Chapter 4

Stella # 1

                After Sheila I was single again for almost 9 months. That year I moved to Florida for college, I was 16 at the time and felt like the world was in my lap. I was in a new place with new friends, and the girl to guy ratio was 3:1. Need I say more? Now, early on in life I discovered that I loved music. In fact I loved singing and dancing, and I was pretty good at them both. I soon learned to play a real mediocre guitar. That’s when I discovered that if I sang and played the guitar it didn’t matter if it was good or not, girls loved it. So I get to college and I find friends who love to do what I do, sing and dance. We all started writing music together and hanging out frequently. We had our core group of friends, and those who would pop in every now and then. Being kind of full of ourselves like we were, we called them “groupies”, and that is how I met Stella #1.

 At first she was a groupie introduced to me by a friend of mine. I knew right away that I liked her, because to me she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones, my favorite actress of all time. 

(Let us pause and take a moment from the book to honor CZJ)

(mmmmmm... now lets get back to the story, but first... 

                                                                                                                                   ....lol, gets me everytime so funny,  watch workaholics for the reference!)
               


So, I and the CZJ look alike, Stella #1, started hanging out every day.  I started noticing that I was neglecting my other friends more to hang out with her, so I brought her around them. They seemed to like her enough, and then I started noticing I was neglecting other things, like school and exercise. Both of which are not very important to a 16 year old college kid, so I just kept neglecting them. It happened really fast, I spent close to a month with Stella #1 just hanging out, learning her and letting her learn me.  That’s when it hit me. I wanted to date this girl. I would never be able to ask her out to her face, so what did I do? Did I send her a note?  Did I write her a letter? No, I was a maturing man I didn’t revert back to the methods I previously used. So, I sang to her. Yes, I sang to her, but not to her face. I was smart and I called her room phone when I knew she was in class......

 ...What can I learn from Stella #1

                The time me and Stella #1 spent together, added on to a lesson I had previously learned.  Communication is the key to any relationship, but if the truth is not what is being communicated, the conversation is useless.  We talked all the time, but our conversations were never about anything of true value.  I should have looked into her background and history. I needed to know those things in order to properly be her boyfriend. I needed to know things about her, just like she needed to know things about me as well, things like I hate being lied to.

Stella #1 also taught me to take more time to let a person’s true self come out before you decide to jump into a relationship.  I look back and wonder if this would have all came out if I wouldn’t have asked her out. If I would have given it time, what would the outcome have been?

*Obviously there is more to the story which was left out to keep your interest, however the book is in the process of being written and I do hope you all enjoy the story of my life*

Love Ya World,
-Vic

The Difference Between Girls & Guys in the Friend Zone

Hey World

How often do we say "guys will be guys", or "stop acting like a chick"? Do we even think about what we are saying? Have you ever thought about some of the behaviors of girls and guys, and what makes them different? I have, but what I've come to see is that we are the same. We just do things in different ways, yet still accomplish the same end.

For instance, Girls cry about guys being dogs and playing with girls hearts and emotions, while using them to get physical and emotion pleasure. (I put a period there because I'm stating a known fact.) The truth is, girls do the same thing. The difference being, girls use guys to give them that emotional security, to be that friend they can always count on. Either way, either gender, the relationship will go nowhere. It stops abruptly in the friend zone with no chance of upgrade, leaving someone stuck.

Guys in the friend zone

Guys in the friend zone are pathetic and sad to be around. They stay waiting for this one girl to love them, hoping and praying for the day she "comes to her senses." The whole time, they watch while she continues to date dirt bag after dirt bag. Here's the thing, they play their cards right they always say the sweetest things, and are always catching the girl when she falls. they are, if you will, the girls janitor; every time she messes up her life she is there to catch her and help clean her up.

 The whole time knowing he is going no where, but hoping he gets somewhere. She keeps breaking his heart every time she finds the new boyfriend, and every time she reminds him that he's a great guy friend. This guy will never get out of the friend zone unless he makes a drastic change and either some how, some way appeal to her or he becomes that dirt bag and looses the friendship all together. 

Girls in the friend zone

Girls play the friend zone a little different. girls in the friend zone are the best friends to have as well. This is because, guys need this friend a lot more than girls need their friend zone buddy. Guys need tis girl to tell them how to dress, to approve dates, hairstyles, music choices, and foods. Guys use these girls as dinner dates, secretaries, party planners, and on occasion physical scapegoats. Thing is this girl lets herself be that for this guy and complains only to her friends. She uses all the attention to her advantage, and takes "all she can get" from the "relationship", knowing that one day he is more likely to slip up and she will get more. 

Either way, its a sad state to be in, knowingly or unknowingly, the friend zone does nothing but demoralize the other person. So how do we fix this?

#1 Confess: telling the other person how you feel is key to getting out of the friend zone

#2 Accept: if the person does not feel the same way about you, accept that

#3 Act: Realize that you have two choices and only you can make them. You can either move on and pull yourself completely away from the friendship, or you can continue as friends and bury your feelings

For those who are putting people in the friend zone, remember that its not about you. You can find that feeling of self worth and love anywhere but toying with another's feelings and emotions is not cool. It does nothing but damage and hurt the other person. It can also damage any future relationship you may have. Do your best to eradicate the friend zone parking in your life.

Remember world,

No parking in the friend zone.

              -Vic