Look, Monday. You can’t keep showing up on my doorstep. Every time you do, you say the same thing.
“We can make it work.” And, “I promise you, this time I won’t mess you up. I’ll set the alarm this time. Make you some coffee.”
Every time, I let you in, and every time – every SINGLE time – I end up regretting it. The alarm doesn’t go off. Coffee isn’t there, I’m late for work and I end up in a bad mood. When you’re around, things always seem to go wrong. My boss decides he wants that three-day job done right now. Then he only gives me four hours to do it. And then, what’s worse is – he looks at you. And then he smiles. The bastard. You’ve been seeing him behind my back, haven’t you? Come on. I even saw you holding hands with him.
No more. Monday I don’t want you around here. Don’t call, don’t show up, don’t send emails to me. Nothing. I don’t want your promises. They mean nothing. In fact, I’m going to put a restraining order on you. Do you hear me?
Are you even listening?
Honey I’m glad you came into my life. But I have something to tell you, as gently as I can. You’re not for me. No, no, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re great, really. And no, you’re nothing like Monday. You’re far more gentle. Far more forgiving. You’re good-natured. It kills me to have to break up with you, but really, it’s not fair to you that we keep seeing each other.
No, I’m not seeing anyone else right now. It’s just that….well….you caught my eye on the rebound, after the horror of being with Monday. Sometimes that happens.
I know. It’s shitty, and I’m sorry. I have to go on though. So should you. Find someone more worthy of you than me. Can we be friends?
You know, I don’t know what we saw in each other. Do you? No, I didn’t think so. I guess I should have known it wouldn’t work when I first heard the ringer on your Blackberry. I thought you knew that I hate Nickleback. But isn’t it great we can end this now, mutually, without either of us feeling messed up? Oh, you’ve gotta go? Sure, sure. I understand. That Blackberry isn’t going to answer itself, is it? See you around.
Well well well. Thursday, you sure do have beautiful legs, don’t you? Man, you put me in a good mood. How about we take a little drive? Go somewhere? In fact I…
*gulp* Oh. My. God. And what’s your name, gorgeous? Friday?
(Uh, Thursday? Listen, I’ll give you a call sometime OK? Gotta go. Something just came up)
Sorry Friday. What was that? You want to go bungee jumping? Well I’ve never tried it, but..OK! Let’s do it. Man, you’re wild. What’s that? You want to get a tattoo? I don’t believe in…I mean, sure. Let’s go get one. What’s mine say? It’s Japanese for “Monday’s a bitch”. Who’s Monday? That’s a long story.
So, what did you get for a tattoo? Oh it’s your new name? When did you decide that? Just now? Wow. You’re a little unbelievable. Can’t believe anyone moves as fast as you. So anyway, what’s your new name? Saturday? Cool! That’s great! It kind of fits you, you know? I look at you with your long brown hair, and your mischievous eyes and…there’s no better name for you than Saturday.
Ok how many drinks have we had so far? You lost count too? Hahahaha. No, I don’t care. We can still dance. Wow you feel so good in my arms. Man, I like you. In fact…I probably shouldn’t say this so soon but…what the heck? We can blame it on the fact that I’m drunk, so I’ll just say it. I think I’m falling in love with you.
Hang on. I’d better sit down for a minute. My head’s spinning….
What? You what? I can’t hear you over the music. Why don’t we go outside for some fresh air? *coughs* Wow, that’s some strong-smelling weed. No, but thanks – I’ll pass. I’ve had too much to drink, and that stuff will just mess me up.
You want to what? I thought we had a good thing going. Don’t give me the “it’s not you, it’s me” thing. What’s going on? We’ve only been together for 40 hours, non-stop, and you’re already seeing someone? Shit. I can’t believe it. I mean i knew you were wild but…….
Fine. I’ll see you later. No, we can’t be friends. I don’t want to be “just friends”. Not with you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. Never mind. I’ll get over you. Somehow. Not sure how. Hey, can you give me back my jacket? I know you’re cold. Maybe your new boyfriend can give you his. He’s not here? Well give him a call. Oh all right. I’ll give you a ride home. But that’s it. No more favours.
We’re here. Can you manage? Holy mother of God. How much did you drink? Yeah sure. I’ll help you up to your door. What’s that? You have to puke? All right. I’ll hold your hair back. There. Feel better?
Ok we’re at the door. Where’s your key? Never mind. You’re too drunk. I’ll just ring the bell. Maybe your roommate can let you in. Take you the rest of the way.
Oh hi there. Sorry to wake you up. Frida- I mean Saturday here had a little too much to drink tonight. You’ll take her? That’s great. No, no problem. Happy to help. By the way – what’s your name?
Well hi Sunday. Pleased to meet you.