Dude, we have so all been there. Some of us may have been there so often that we think we deserve a mayorship or wish that we could accrue frequent flyer miles for our trips.

So, I present two posts on the Friend Zone for your perusal. Here, Ken Wheaton’s non-dating life takes a trip into the Friend Zone. And now Gatsby’s wondering about it as well.

Feel free to weigh in with your own comments and experiences, as well as any insights you may have on the following questions:

Aside from copious amounts of alcohol, how do you turn a friendship into something more? Is there a “turning point” in every friendship at which one of the parties becomes irrevocably desexualized? Aside from random acts of nudity, what could suddenly cause you to look at a friend in a new light?