We stayed friends; we still talked. He was one of my close confidants; I told him things because I trusted him. Then, one day, out of nowhere, he began calling me names -- terrible ones. He claimed more or less that it was wrong of me to want to hang out with him, as I saw other men romantically. I hung up, refusing to speak with him. It ended our friendship, and I questioned if I had done anything wrong. I remembered that I had not once, but repeatedly been honest about my feelings for him, but it didn't seem to matter. Some say I had an obligation to stop hanging out with him once he confessed his crush, and I didn’t reciprocate. Maybe I did, but if I asked him honestly if he felt that we should, was it wrong of me to continue hanging out with him? Too often, I’ve heard the laments of self-proclaimed “good guys.” They say a variety of things to justify their lagging love life, often honing in and focusing on a problem they find with women. "Women don’t like the good guy," I’ve heard them say, "I’m always in the friend zone." While “the friend zone” can often be a euphemism for the pain associated with unrequited love, I feel as if it’s turned into an avenue to insult and demonize women for not returning the affections of a seemingly kind, capable and sweet man.