| 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, she’s 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, nice, funny, and attractive
enough that when you’re lonely and need 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 that
she’ll give you the excitement 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, 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
a factory. 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, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be
everything you ever wanted in a woman. 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 still
stays 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.
She doesn’t know the reason, really, and at this point
she doesn’t even care. She just wants to let every guy know who’s ever
had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that they may be a lot of
fun, but they cry, too. A lot.
And someday, I won’t be around. |
No, I am not active in Facebook. Try my Multiply instead. I'm overwhelmed to know that some people actually still visit this site. I miss blogging. I miss my readers. I don't write that much anymore. It pains me to leave my blog like this. Many memories were written here. Many friendships were made. You can't believe how sad I am right now. Just looking at my blog makes me wanna shed a tear. 
I might get back to this someday. But for now, you'll be seeing me in Multiply.
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This sucks.
