The 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 you keep 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 the 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. Doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a “real” woman does. But she’s cool, nice and funny, and attractive enough that when you’re lonely 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 façades to keep up, no pretense 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 you know that 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 possiblity 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 really 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 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 heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger 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.I felt all flushed with fever
embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he’d found my letters
and read each one out loud…
Well this right here truly is why I’m single. Maybe I should shut my other blog down now.
Hi, I'm Mike. I'm absolutely cuckoo.
But, for really the first time, I’m trying to help myself. I took a break from Tumblr for several days, but now I’m back - ‘cause even if it’s on the internet, it’s a community I’m glad to be a part of, with people I’m glad to have met.
Emphasis added.
Amen.
Look, Imma let you finish but her “fuck you” to Joe Jonas was one of the best “fuck yous” of all time.
Less than 20-minute biscuit recipe aka Good morning Sunday morning
Preheat oven to 425
2 cups self-rising flour
A couple pinches of kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon of baking soda (not powder)
1/2 stick of melted butter
Few “around-the-bowl” squeezes of honey (to taste really)
Enough buttermilk (or regular milk or water) to make the whole thing wet (enough to mix but not pancake batter)
Drop onto ungreased baking sheet
Bake for 12-15 mins
Enjoy!
I have serious problems with Helen Keller
- Me: “I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.” "Dark" and "light." Really? How'd they teach her that?
- My mother: You can feel it. You can feel when the light hits you.
- Me: She was blind!
- My mother: You can feel it, Jane.
- Me: Ok fine. Fine. Let's say I grant you "dark" and "light." Fine. "Rather"?? How'd they teach her "rather"? Could she feel that when it hit her??
- My mother: She was a savage. She was a savage and they civilized her!
- Me: That's just a metaphor for Black/Pacific Islander/Pre-Colombian Mesoamericans! This Helen Keller story is about racism!
- My mother: Wooooowwwww Jane. That is a bridge to nowhere. I see why you like Sarah Palin now. You two are quite fond of that bridge.
