A MEANTIME GIRL?
What’s a meantime girl?
She’s the one you call when you’re bored because she makes you laugh.
She’s
the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to
lend
an ear and be a friend. She’s not the one you call when you need a
date
to
your company’s Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday
night.
She’s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you
find
“The
One”. You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.
She’s not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don’t look at her
as a
“real” woman, either. She’s not bitchy 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 buddies are 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 ju st fine. You don’t have to wine and dine her because she knows
the
real you already, and you don’t have any facades to keep up, no
pretenses
to preserve. You’re not trying to get anything of substance out of
her.
She’s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is
attracted
to
you, and that she’ll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you
don’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 in the 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 so
cool
.
. . why can’t all women be like that?!
But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably
don’t be
cause 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 time with. Sure, it’s mostly her fault,
because
she doesn’t have to give in to your needs ? she could play the
hard-to-get
bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted 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 on her forehead, or
works at
Taco Bell. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of
really
great qualities but has left out the ones that 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 searching for your goddess
who
will somehow be everything you ever wante d 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 to turn 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, absolutely no 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
fortune
to
have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A
lot.
And someday we won’t be around.
:D —-anonymous
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