Friday: Frigg-day The day of married love.

I have a confession to make. For the past week I have been living the life of a defender (See Football tactics and women !!!). I don’t even know how this happened. Actually I do…There’s a girl and she’s beautiful. Almost perfect, she’s mature, yet fun loving, tall and slim but with weight where it counts, brown eyes, soft skin and a perfect smile. And she totally diggs me. I even like her imperfections (apart from her hands, they’re slightly rough). But for some reason I have considered a serious relationship with her, shocking I know! I even had the intention of being faithful. If you are wondering where the problem is in this statement, then I’m sorry…It’s either too late for you or you’re a defender yourself.

Ring-ring, Ri.. I was out with The Cartel when she called. I didn’t even let the phone ring twice, eager beaver. The plot of our conversation, I don’t remember. If I’m being honest I was too enticed by her voice to hear her words. I was dazed, there were hearts circling my head. “DEFENDER!” Supernova shouted from the back. Suddenly the hearts disappeared and I snapped out of my dazed state. I was in shock.

“…Caesar where dya want me to meet you?” I remained silent I was unable to speak. I was struck dumb by the mention of defender in relation to me. Supernova had placed a curse on me, and I realised it was true.

“Caesar, you there?” She said down the phone. My lips didn’t move but my thoughts were going at a thousand mph.
“Caesar?” she repeated, her voice slightly raised.
“…um, uh I’ll call you back lat-.” she interjected.
“but where should I meet you?” Though she was interrupting me her voice still sounded so sweet. I was meant to be meeting her later but Still dazed I said nothing.

“Bye.” She tutted. The phone went dead. As I pulled the phone away from my ear, Supernova continued “You’re some gassed up guy! You’ve spoken to her everyday for the past week.”

“Yeah but it’s been her calling me” I tried to defend myself. Fly Prince laughed “So. How can you speak to the same chick everyday for a week? Defender. Caesar I can’t believe it man. You’re a centre back!”

For the rest of the journey I thought about how I could reclaim my starting position whilst salvaging our relationship, but this girl seems dangerous I may have to lock it off.

This morning I woke up feeling great. It’s Friday. And on Friday all things are possible. I woke up late and got to work early!

I grabbed my breakfast and waited for the lift. My friend was outside it, on an international call. She wanted to finish her conversation before getting in. So I got in and left her behind.

As I got in the lift I saw a slender figure follow me in. The lift was empty, it was just her and I. She was hot. I turned and looked her straight in the eyes. “It’s Friday”.

She gave me the ‘Fuck me giggle’ played with her hair, looked at me and replied. ‘I know’, she paused and gave off a smile which let me know I had made her day. The lift doors opened, as I veered round the corner she called out ‘Bye, hope to see you soon’.
Yes!! I had made her day and she had made mine! This defender had made a sprint down the wing. I still can’t get over how perfect my game was. I kept our interaction short but sweet, she wanted to carry it on. By not getting her number I’ve done myself a favour. We work in the same building; I look forward to our next interaction.

The power of less is more!! My day was made before it started.

Caesars Friday Theory

You can tell a lot about a person’s life by how much they value Fridays! At one extreme there’s the individual who gets to Friday and appears tired, long faced, lugubrious and not particularly interested. This person is undoubtedly an 8-6er who is on a 9-5 contract, has no social life and is either married to someone similar or will marry someone similar, and end up with 2.4 kids and live a boring life and drive an estate car. Similarly there is the individual who doesn’t give a toss about Fridays; they are more likely to be unemployed, broke and hating life. On the other hand there’s the individual who looks forward to Fridays. They are likely to be employed and probably a 9-5er with a vibrant social life.

I love Friday so much that I wish every day was Thursday, on a Thursday I’ll go out and stay out knowing that tomorrow is Friday. It’s weird. I just have so much energy. Rationally, with all the energy I’ve expended during the week I ought to be falling asleep at my desk. But I don’t, and it really doesn’t make sense. But I love it. Live for Thursday in anticipation of Friday.

Tonight I’ll make up for my week in defence.

Caesar

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