“Why only Tuesdays and Thursdays? What’s wrong with Mondays and Wednesdays?”
I took a sip of my beer and angled myself to face her now that she had invited more conversation. “Good question. Mondays are never a good idea because it’s the first day of the week.”
“And that matters, why?”
“Well, you’re pissed you have to go back to work. Usually, something happens on Mondays to make your week start off wrong, which puts you in a bad mood. Which means if you go out with someone on a Monday, your attitude is all wrong, and you’ll end up showing the worst of yourself instead of your better half.”
“Interesting,” she murmured, taking a sip of her wine. “And Wednesdays?”
“Oh, well, Wednesday is hump day,” I grinned.
“That doesn’t mean you actually have to hump someone,” she rolled her eyes at me.
“No, but people tend to be overly optimistic about the end of the week coming. It’s like…a renewal of energy. The week is half over, so you get this deceptive happiness that makes you think you can go out and have fun. And then you realize in the morning that you still have to get up and go to work.”
“So, you might stay out later than you should because endorphins have given you false hope?”
“Something like that,” I grinned.
She nodded, thinking it over as she took a sip of wine.
“So?”
“So, what?” she asked, looking back at me.
“Well, now that I’ve told you, what do you think of my thought process?”
“I…think you put way too much thought into days of the week.”
“Maybe, but you can’t deny that there’s some logic there.”
Huffing out a laugh, she went back to her wine. “So, it’s Thursday. Are you meeting someone?”
“Yeah,” I sighed, glancing around the bar. “If she shows up. You?”
“Well, I thought I would put your Tuesday/Thursday dating theory to the test.”
“You won’t be disappointed,” I said, glancing over my shoulder when I heard the bell ring. “That would be her.”
Ellie looked over her shoulder, raising her glass. “Have fun.”
“You, too, Ellie.”
Sliding off my stool, I walked over to the door where my date was waiting. “Sarah?”
“Ryder?” she smiled.
She was pretty enough. Sandy brown hair and brown eyes. She had a nice smile and looked friendly.
“Yeah, should we get a booth?”
“Sure.” She looked around the place before sliding into the booth. “I’ve never been here before, but I’ve driven past it a lot.”
“Do you live far from here?”
“Batavia.”
I nodded, my eyes sliding across the bar to where Ellie sat, sipping her wine.
