Meantime Girl

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.
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.

Posted by Ruth ii Cailo on October 27, 2006 at 01:42 PM in Love Hurts | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)