"The Milk Carton."

I couldn't help but wonder ... Precisely how many remarkable women are men shipping into the FriendZone? Could right now be the opportune time to begin instituting rent increase and start notarizing those eviction notices? Reevaluate a gal friends' position within your life? Maybe, "The One" is the gal you never visioned in the Pretty Woman's gorgeous Red Dress. Never appeared thought worthy 'cause it's not conventional.

Recently, non-recently, but all experiences from within my life have lead me to wonder, are our Soulmates a resident of the FriendZone? Girlfriends, all simply enter and leave, hence the plural. But these few girls, those with a different label I'm now attempting to differentiate the uniqueness from Girlfriend, "Best Friend(s)" are there forever. And, maybe a man needs a bit longer than forever to illogically and logically realize these girls embody the relationship we perpetually creep about yearning for, but can't find. They've given desperately needed support for all our bad breakups and relationships, and have lent a hand in bad situations at home. We've shared all those chuckles, experiences and joy we wish a Non-FriendZoned gal would be worthy of. Our Best Gal Friends make us happier than any Girlfriend, yet we don't put two and two together. Answers, those that we're desperate for, lie right before our eyes ... It's emotional blindness.

We can't think any higher of the girls we've named our Best Friend(s). We're on the never-ending hunt for "The One" to complete us, yearning for the one day it would all be done. But maybe those failed relationships and horrifying dates are all telltale signs we're on the wrong track. And it's never too late to turn around, then seeing "The One" right before your eyes, there's the gal that we were contemplating filing a "Missing Persons" for. A 'lotta men don't consider the friend conundrum 'cause we're raised to believe it breaches an unwritten contract. It's seemingly odd. Unconventional. But, if a man can crack the friend factor, and finds a loophole, who knows of the reward(s). Would require balls ... But these are our lives! Take the wheel, fellas.

Friendships are relationships. Couldn't we tweak the characteristics and fastforward through the bullshit? I can honestly say that my Best Friends, who're dominantly women, have made me happier than any Girlfriend that I've had. And happiness is vital for a relationship, any relationship. So, maybe "The One" has been there from day one. There for a bad movie, egg whites at your diner, while you fixate on all your shipwrecked relationships, men and women, who didn't make the cut. Maybe that's her, and the scissors are meaningless. The "Forbidden Territory" advocates risk, but while you're receiving all the benefits of a great relationship, begin putting the glasses on ... Maybe, of all of the maybe's, it's time for the sex.

Shit...