The Saturday Girl
By Odette Flemming

It’s Monday. You had a thrilling, romantic and exciting date on Saturday. But thoughts of the weekend don’t bring you secret smiles and a reminiscent glow. They bring you anger, pain, and doubt. You know you won’t see him today or any other weekday because you are his ‘Saturday Girl’. Not to be confused with his ‘any other day of the week’ girls. If they exist. But they must exist or else you’d be his ‘Everyday Girl’. Right?

Relationships like this one always seem to start out so simply. You meet someone who’s engaging, intelligent, funny, and fine - which is hard enough to do these days. Then the two of you go out a few times to make sure the attraction is mutual. You become convinced that this could be ‘The One’ so you take it to the next level. Now the deal is sealed, you two are seeing each ther all the time, calling each other everyday, and sending the occasional sexy email at work to keep things interesting. He’s your Mr. Big. But somewhere between the first date and your three month “anniversary” things start to change. He’s been pulling away lately, acting kinda shady, and suddenly becoming really busy at work.

Now you start thinking you did something wrong or, even worse, did everything right. See, the woman who makes him laugh makes him dinner and makes him come is a triple threat. To many brothas out there this is a sign that they have to be more careful… take it down a taste. Or else they may fall victim of that love thang. And once that happens, it’s a wrap.

So now he’s in protection mode, keeping love at bay for whatever reasons he finds valid. But what about you? You know you won’t get the love you need and deserve from a man engrossed in fear. You know you won’t allow yourself to meet Mr. Right because you spend your waking moments loving and hating Mr. Big. You know this is all wrong for you and love shouldn’t be so hard. But while you fight the battle between self-respect and self-gratification, the days of the week are running down. Tomorrow is coming fast and your confusion amps up. You might not own his heart, but at least you can lay claim to one day and it will have to be enough. For now. You’re not really sure what you’re doing with your life but your agenda for tomorrow is crystal clear.

It’s Saturday. Your date day, and you’re on your way to see him. Your own personal ‘Mr. Big’. You spend the most wonderful time together. You’re easy in each other’s company. You laugh a lot, giggle a lot, smile all the time. He holds your hand, tells you how wonderful you are, and how beautiful you are. The sex is always banging and time spent out of the house is usually at fine restaurants and art shows. He’s your Mr. Big. And today, after all, Saturday.