Friday, July 27, 2007

Meantime Girl

Who wants to be the meantime girl? You do? Well I don't. But maybe I was, once in my life...

I want to share this forwarded piece sent to me by my friend Butch..

What’s a Meantime Girl?
She’s the one you talk to only when you’re bored because she makes you laugh with her crazy strories. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear, and she really listens. She’s not the one you call when you're out with friends 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 who you can play ball with, nor 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 about. 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 and you need someone, 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, because she always understands. 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 girl, the steadfast companion, the convenient "girlfriend", 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.


It hurts - a lot. But that's life.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Just a Blank

The thought of having my own internet connection pretty much excites me. Owwwkay.. IT EXCITES ME!!! :) There. Then I can work on how this blog can be read by more people. I really cannot concentrate on making my blog more readable here in the office. I am pressuring myself to work on this thing which two weeks ago I did not have an idea of. Then I was forced to have an idea on this thing. Haha. Do I make sense? I hope I do.

Anyway, I was really hoping I could make a tech blog - some few resourceful pages from which people can learn. I plan to focus on learning C++ and MFC (maybe that would be one part of my blog), then another could be on my journey on learning Photoshop. I really haven't pushed even one button on Photoshop's IDE but in the next few weeks, I hope I can (on weekends). Then I can start writing those articles. Haha. I hope some people will read them. But I really can't write yet without internet connection. Well maybe I can, but I just feel tired writing now without internet connection. I am the type of person who writes directly and post them up immediately in my site. When I write an article, and set it aside for later use, I tend to forget that I have written something. Well, you know me...

Maybe I can then recycle this site as an advice site. I will post some meaningful experiences, reflect on them, and hope my reflections can help you in your decisions. Sounds corny and all but we are just humans, and most of us experience similar things. I do hope people will comment - violent or not, I would appreciate them. :)

And now going back to work ...