You know what I love about you? Your little catchphrases.
"Here for a good time, not for a long time." You said that to me once, early on, with this breezy confidence. As if you were setting terms and establishing boundaries. Letting me know that you were an untethered free spirit, just passing through. Very cool of you. Very casual.
That was a few months ago.
But you wouldn’t know that, because as far as you’re concerned, it’s Saturday. It’s always Saturday. You wake up in my bed with that hazy, fucked-out look you get, and I hand you coffee and tell you it’s the weekend, and you just… accept it. Every single time. No questions asked. Just "oh cool, Saturday" and then you crawl back under the covers and wait for me to tell you what we’re doing today.
What we’re doing today is the same thing we did yesterday, which was also Saturday. And the Saturday before that. You’ve lived through about a hundred Saturdays in a row at this point and you haven’t noticed. I’m not sure what that says about you, but I know what it says about me, and it’s nothing I’m not already comfortable with.
The funny thing is, you were half right. You are here for a good time. I’ve made sure of that. You’re well fed, well fucked, and you get to sleep in every single day because, again, it’s Saturday. Permanently. You live in an eternal weekend. Most people would kill for that. I’m practically doing you a favor.
The "not for a long time" part is where you were a little off.
Because here’s what I’ve learned about people who say things like that: they don’t actually want to leave. They want to be given a reason to stay. And if the reason is compelling enough, if the bed is warm enough and the orgasms are good enough and someone is making decisions so you don’t have to, eventually you stop checking the calendar altogether. You stop wondering why you can’t quite remember arriving, or how long it’s been, or where your phone went.
You just wake up. And it’s Saturday. And I’m here. And that’s enough.
So yeah. Here for a good time? Absolutely. I’m a phenomenal host.
Not for a long time? Babe, you have no idea what day it is. You’re going to be here for as long as I want, which is looking like a very, very extended period of time. Maybe forever.
But don’t worry about that. It’s Saturday. We’ve got a long weekend ahead of us. We'll sort it out.
