what is a meantime girl?

i found this from an old email sent by a friend 3 years ago… probably, once in our lives, we’ve been one… anyway, worth blogging… =)
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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
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
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
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
he 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. there is such a thing as a Meantime Girl. Been one more times 
than they can  care to admit. they don't know the reason, really, and at this point
they don't even care.
...just 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 they won't be around...


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