Wednesday, 26 August 2009

mεαᴎτγm giᴚl

What's a meantime girl?
She's the one you call when you'rebored because she makes you laugh.
She's the one you talk to when you'refeeling down because she's willing tolend an ear and be a friend.

She's not the one you call when youneed a date to your company's Christmas party,
or to go dancing withon a Saturday night.

She's the one you spend time withbetween girlfriends,
before youfind "The One".
You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.

She 's not one of the guys, not atomboy,
but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either.
She's notbitchy enough, moody enough,
or sexy enough to be seen in that light.

She's too laid-back, too easily amused
by the same things your male buddiesare amused by.
She's too understanding, too comfortable?
she doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real"woman does.

But she's cool, and nice, and funny,
and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny
and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine.

You don't have to wine and dine her
because she knows the real youalready,
and you don't have anyfacades to keep up,
no pretenses top reserve.

You're not trying to getanything of substance out of her.
She's not easy,
but you know that shecares about you and is attracted to you,
and that she'll give you the intimacy you need.

And you know youdon't have to explain yourself
or the situation, that she'll be able to cope with the fact that
this isn't the beginning of a relationship
or that there's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her.

It won't bother her that you'll get up inthe morning,
put on your pants,say goodbye,
and go on a date with the woman you've been mooning over for weeks
who finally agreed to go out with you.
She'll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her
and tell her how the date went.

She's just socool . . .
why can't all women be likethat?!
But deep down,
if you reallythink about it (which you probablydon't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought),
you know that it's really not fair.

You know that although she would never say it,
it hurts her to know that despite all her good points
and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough
to spend any real timewith.

Sure, it's mostly her fault,
because she doesn't have to give in toyour needs?
she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do,
if she reallywanted to.
But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off.

Maybe she's too short,
or a little overweight , or has a big birthmark onher forehead,
or works at Taco Bell.
Whatever the reason,
somehow life hasgiven her a lot of really great qualities
but has left out the onesthat men want (or think they want) in a woman.

So she remains forever the funny friend,
the steadfast companion, the secret lover,
and you go on searchingfor your goddess who will somehow
be everything you ever wanted in a woman.

You'll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding,
and she'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.

She doesn't captivate you with her beauty,
or open doors with her smile.
Mainly she blends in with the crowd.
She's safe.

She doesn't want to be the center of attention
and turn the heads of everyone in the room.
But she wants toturn someone's head.
She wants to be special to someone,too.
We all do.

She has feelings.
She has a heart.
In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart
than any woman you've ever known
because she's had a front-row seat to
"The Mess That Is Your Life",
and she likes you anyway.

She obviously sees something worthwhile
and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing,
absolutelyno reason to still be around ,she is.


Anyway, yeah.
I'm a Meantime Girl.
Been one more times than I care to admit.
I don't know the reason,really, and at this point I don't even care.
I just want to let every guy know
who's ever had the good fortuneto have a Meantime Girl that we may bea lot of fun,
but we cry, too.
A lot.
And someday we won't be around.

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