Favorite Fridays

This week's post is three in a series of seven, the beginnings of which can be seen in the last few weeks Favorite Friday post.

The author has asked to remain anonymous. 

Wednesday came at a frat party over beer pong. Wednesday’s hands always seemed to rest on your ass, but you were so drunk you didn’t care. Wednesday only lasted one night, and sometimes it takes you a minute to remember his name. But Wednesday was sweet, and made sure you were ok. Wednesday was gentle and never forced you to do anything you didn’t want. But the problem with Wednesday was that you met at the wrong time. He was wonderful and sweet but you were still trying to get over Tuesday. Wednesday gave you confidence that you could move on. Wednesday freed you, and let you go wild. Wednesday taught you that not all people are bad; you just have to meet the good ones at the right time.