the meantime girl…


I noticed her in the morning. When cover-mark-ing the tears away.
Blue tiny mirror ahead. Soft dreams behind.
Guess I noticed her before. Didn’t dare to ask her much. 

Some might say…
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 best friend’s wedding, 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 necessarily 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 that Other woman does, or you thinks it 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. When you do, she keeps you cuddled in bed all night long…

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 and the discretion 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, or come back to you, although you know she doesn’t deserve you.

 
She’ll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went or to send her MMS landscapes from your weekend fun sessions with your friends.
 
 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 deserve 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.

You might think that she probably couldn’t pull it off. Maybe she’s too short, or too blonde, or has a big birthmark exposed.

So she remains 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.

Sometime s you think 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.

Yap. The  Meantime Girl. She may be a lot of fun, but deep down  she cries, too. A lot.
And someday she won’t be around.

 
Till then, some say she might open doors with her smile.
 
In the morning, I met the Meantime Girl . You met her every time… Never asked her if you could meet me, instead.  
I  was close… 
 
Still smiling… Meantime…
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