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So, let me just make sure i’ve got this. you’re
telling me you can’t come with me to my grandmother’s party this weekend
because Saturdays are ‘for the bros’?”
I stop short on the sidewalk, my voice—and spine—stiff with
indignation. Brett and I have just arrived back at my apartment building
after grabbing a late dinner, one of a handful of dates we’ve been on since
meeting a couple of months ago at Skye Verde, a rooftop bar my coworker
and roommate Natalia had insisted we try out for her twenty-ninth birthday.
He’d impressed me that night, as much due to his easygoing personality and
wry sense of humor as to the fact that I never once caught him checking out
other women over my shoulder (a transgression that should be the exception
but, as all women know, is far more often the rule). I peer at his face now
under the glare of the streetlamp to confirm this isn’t some misguided
attempt at humor, but all signs point to him being serious. Just great.
Things had been going deceptively well until now, too. Brett’s gainfully
employed as a lawyer (who doesn’t need free legal advice?), more than
holds his own conversationally, texts back quickly, and hasn’t sent me any
unsolicited dick pics. Perhaps not the highest bar, but he’s definitely the
most impressive guy I’ve dated in months. I’d even been hopeful enough
about his potential longevity to extend an invite to a family function—not a
step I take lightly.
Brett massages the back of his neck, clearly annoyed. “I warned you
that Saturdays are off-limits. I haven’t missed a Hokies game in six years,
and I’m not about to start now. I was very up-front with you about this.”
I blink and step back. And to think I’d planned on inviting him up.
“Yes, I recall your dramatic monologue about ‘Sacred Saturdays.’ I
assumed it was satire.”
“I don’t joke about football.”
He raises his hands defensively. “Look, you wouldn’t want me there
anyway. I’d be distracted the whole time.”
I’m tempted to laugh. So gaslighting is his weapon of choice. “Actually,
I did want you there. Hence the reason I invited you.”
There’s a beat of silence as we face each other in a stubborn standoff.
“Sorry, Cassidy, but I refuse to feel guilty about this.” He crosses his
arms over his chest, his body language anything but apologetic. Strike two.
“Saturday’s the one day per week that’s off-limits for me. Pick any other
I stare at him. “I didn’t pick the day. It’s her ninetieth birthday.”
“Just as easy to have a party on a Sunday as a Saturday.”
Aaand strike three.
“Mm-kay.” I rummage in my bag for my keys. “You know what? Forget
it. You’re off the hook.”
He drops his arms and his face relaxes, relief replacing irritation.
Easygoing Brett has returned. “Thanks for understanding. You wouldn’t
believe how many women won’t cut me any slack on this. I’m always the
This time, I do laugh. “I meant you’re off the hook permanently.
Consider your Saturdays wide open from now on. And your Sundays,
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