Friday, May 11, 2007
Single, Married, or Tweener
There exists a relationship status somewhere between the booty call and the girlfriend.
I call her, the tweener.
She’s the perfect plaything… there when you want her to be and disposable as soon as something better comes along.
She’s the chick that you like, have fun with, but she isn’t really a priority in your life.
A placeholder, a warm-body to chase away your loneliness.
A cute girl to have on your arm, until a cuter girl walks by.
But I wonder, in a world where there really aren’t absolutes… and finding “the one” is nearly impossible…
Is it wrong to have a tweener?
And more importantly, is it wrong to BE a tweener?