If someone wants to be with you, then they WILL be.
Let me tell you a little story. It comes in two parts.
Part 1: 👏 “Busy” 👏 and 👏 “Time” 👏 are 👏 excuses. 👏
The Boy and I went to a “live podcast” event last week, hosted by a friend of ours. It featured a panel of speakers, on the topic of dating, and our friend the host invited people in the audience to ask questions as they came up — and they did.
At one point, a member of the audience rose her hand, then stood up and grabbed the mic offered her to blurt at the male panel members,
“Are you really ever ‘too busy’?”
And then she sat down as she handed the mic back off.
Most of the audience cheered.
I cringed and sank down into my chair, feeling my skin crawl. “Oh my god, girl… get it together.”
Because everyone knows the answer to this. Including this girl — and everyone who applauded.
She knew the answer. They knew the answer. You know the answer. I know the answer. Every single person knows the answer.
If someone wants something badly enough, they find time for it — and they bend over backwards to do so.
That’s literally the end of the entire fucking story. If someone wants something badly enough, they’ll make it happen. If they want to spend time with you, they fucking will!
They could literally be the president the United States or a surgeon on-call 24 hours a day; if they want you in their life, they will explain the circumstances and do everything in their power to make it work with you.
This I can promise.
Part 2. If someone wants to be with you, they’ll be with you.
Here’s a short story — it’s called “the day I rode my motorcycle across the country in 18 hours straight.”
The only back story needed is: I wanted to be with The Boy, and he expressed interest in being with me.
I don’t do this for people. I am not the person who rides across the country for anyone at the drop of a hat.
In fact, I’ve had some boyfriends move across the country without following them, and I’ve moved across the country without other boyfriends following. But with this one, the minute he expressed interest, my immediate reaction was, “yes, this,” I did what I needed to do to make it work.
That’s what it looks like when someone’s interested. They get on their fucking motorcycle — in the dead of winter in the midwest — and they ride it across the country.
If someone isn’t even finding time to have dinner or drinks or coffee with you, over the course of a week or two or more, then move the fuck on and find better. Because that’s not how real interest should look.