Persistence

Something I’m sure I’ve read and heard somewhere else is that many –if not most –marriages are the result of a guy who was quite persistent. Sometimes the woman wasn’t interested, sometimes she didn’t know he existed, sometimes she wasn’t sure… whatever she was thinking, it’s the guy who said to himself (and perhaps to her): “She and I, we’re getting married. She’s the one. That’s all there is. It’s going to happen, I’ll make it happen.”

Now, clearly I’m not talking about stalker-creepy style obsession, but a respectfully slow, persistent, and consistent determination. The kind that has a woman wondering and feeling there’s something special about her that this guy is pursuing her with such patient fervor.

The idea got me thinking about the couples I know, and I remember distinctly hearing time and time again that the woman was not sure, or reluctant, or not really into it. I used to feel that she’s got to be interested, excited and passionate for him. Otherwise, what’s there to pursue?

The implication of this realization was potentially profound. Perhaps it means that by simply making the choice and executing a slow, steady unwavering resolution to show a woman she’s the one it’ll happen. 

Perhaps that’s a tad scary to me.

Or maybe, that’s part of a greater whole. Things fitting together in other ways that require a bit of a push, a show of commitment to solidify.

Who knows? But the correlation has been fascinating to consider. Think about it, about the couples you know. How persistent was the man?