I know you have a boyfriend. I know it’s new and exciting, and that there is nothing in the world you would rather do than spend every spare minute with him. I know that other friends fade away in comparison with the thrill of being in love for the first time. But here’s the thing of it. (You knew a “but” was coming, didn’t you?) Remember how you used to tell me before you were dating, “Please tell me if I’m ever that kind of girlfriend?” Well, you are. And the sad thing is that now you don’t even care. But we care.
We have lives, and schedules, and drama of our own. We cannot reschedule to accommodate your every whim to have a date instead of keeping your prior commitments. “Fine,” you say, “I’ll just go on my dates, and you girls can do stuff without me, and everyone will be happy.” But that’s not how it works. Your personality brought an extra splash of fun to our group, and when you aren’t there, we miss you. We hate being blown off for your super-duper-awesome-boyfriend-who-you-can’t-resist, like we don’t even matter anymore.
And you know what else? Eventually you’re going to want friends again. You’re going to wish for a community to be part of, and girl talk, and coffee dates with someone besides your man. But if this is the way you treat other people now, you may wake up one day and discover that you don’t really have other friends left.