in the meantime....

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, or just really not that type. 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.

And no, i didn't do that...

Whoever did write it, i know how you feel.