The day: Monday’s are the type of days you wake up semi-energized from the weekend, you have a long to-do list, and a lot of energy. Until your day begins
The boy: You meet your Monday and go in with an optimistic attitude just to find that he’s exhausting, demanding, and the cause of half your migraines.
The day: After a long Monday, you’ve hit your wall. You’re ready for the weekend. You’re done with the day.
The boy: You have finally had enough with your last relationship and you two finally call it quits. You’re still optimistic, though; you tell yourself that the next boy you date will be 10x better. You had a bad seed, but that’s not going to bring you down--until you meet Tuesday. Tuesday throws you a curveball. He’s the type of boy you force yourself to date because you’re under the assumption that it will be easier and better.
The day: HUMP DAY! Wednesday’s are pretty great. You’re almost done with the week, your day is a little lighter, and you have just a bit more motivation to do your best and get through the day.
The boy: You’ve had a break from dating and boys, and you’re finally ready to date. You have a list of qualities that bae has to meet, and you’re not going to settle this time. Then you meet him! Wednesday is nice, smart, dependable- everything on your list. Unfortunately, he’s missing that certain spark that makes him not “the one.”
The Day: Thursday’s are the best. It’s the day before Friday; you’re feeling ridiculously productive and in a great mood. You can go out and take advantage of #ThirstyThursday or stay home and binge watch Netflix--either way, it’s a great feeling and a great day.
The Boy: This is the boy. The boy who has his priorities straight, the type of boy you can bring home to your parents and have them swoon over how smart and dedicated to work he is. This is the boy where you can either go out and party the night away or stay in with and still have the time of your life.
The Day: You’ve been waiting for this day since Sunday. You’re at work or in class barely listening, on Pinterest looking for your outfit for the night, and texting your friends about how hype you are. Friday nights are a hit or miss. You can either have a night you will never remember and have FOMO. Or a night you wish you couldn’t remember because it pains you that you spent all that time on your makeup and wasted an outfit when you could’ve been catching up on Grey’s Anatomy.
The Boy: Friday is the boy that you made out with at that frat party. His contact on your phone is something like “Mitch” followed by a few Greek letters to remind you of the night and where you met him. Your friends tell you all about him and about how great he is, so you decide to give it a shot. You start dating and immediately notice his potential, but as time goes on every date is a hit or miss and sadly, Mitch from Kappa Delta Epsilon does not live up to his potential. You start missing the days of binge watching Netflix is your pajamas, and you cringe every time you look at your bank account and see all the money you spent on drinks with the intent to forget a regrettably unforgettable night with Mitch.
The day: Saturday is great! It’s a good break from the week; you can sleep in and spend time with friends. Usually, you tell yourself that you’ll use Saturday to catch up with work, but lets are honest that never happens. Saturday is pretty fun. You’ve worked hard all week, and you’re ready to go out and blow off steam.
The boy: Saturday is definitely “booty call” material. He’s not the bring him home type, or the keep him around type. If you spend too much time on Saturday, it’ll be a nice break from reality at first, but eventually, you’ll get bored of being lazy and going out; your school and professional life will suffer. Saturday is a good break, but not a good constant.
The day: #SundayFunday lives up to its name. We’ve turned brunch into a verb, and we’ve taken it to a new level. Sunday’s consist of either pure relaxation or getting LIT off mimosas, bloody mary’s, and Irish coffee’s. It’s socially acceptable to be drunk off your ass at 4 PM. However, by 7 PM you’re nursing the hangover from hell, you’re napping on your best friend's futon, and you’re dreading Monday.
The boy: Sunday is a blast. You have a ridiculous amount in common. The beginning is straightforward and all about having fun. Eventually, he’s texting you non-stop, drunk calling you at 3 AM, and you’re rubbing your temples, staring at him, and wondering “what happened?”
