Burgbud, yep. Case A. Much sexier. Because his joy/confidence isn't dependent on my ability to muster enthusiam (or not, for whatever reason) at that specific moment. Then it's authentic joy. I can respect that a lot, because it take the pressure off me to be the perfect cheerleader. Which frees me to be a much *better* cheerleader, because I'm genuinely happy with/for him, not just feeling trapped into being the sole prop and stay.

I get it.

I still think this applies to both genders, though. But I understand this book is aimed at men.


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