i_bleed_life

The mediocrity that is me
2002-08-29 07:38:40 (UTC)

think we have all been here.....

think we have all been here...
Some of us just stayed this way...


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 just 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 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
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
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 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.

-- Written by wild_magnolia