Pom poms optional.
I was bumming around on this site this morning and I noticed Sinclair had posted this.
"I’ve asked a couple people recently what their secrets were for their successful long-term relationship, how they keep the passion alive, how they keep walking that delicate line of having enough space and still being connected to each other.
One friend answered, “Do you really want to know? We sleep around. We’re both big sluts. The commitment, to me, means that we are each other’s biggest cheerleaders. I am always on the sidelines yelling, ‘Go you!’”
I find this mental image both amusing (I may or may not be debating finding some pom poms for the purposes of my own amusement/when Chris has people over now. It would be nothing less than the funniest thing in the world, the mood I'm in) and one of the better ways of describing that fuzzy little warm feeling in your belly that I get when I know someone I love is happy (and specifically happy in the sexy/romantic way with someone else,) without using that made-up-bullshit word 'compersion,' which honestly sounds like it's a symptom of some illness or something. The alternative form of that made-up bullshit, 'frubbles', sounds like the kinda word your six year old sister makes up for a game she's playing and just plain sounds stupid.
So from now on, I shall refer to having pom poms instead. Just in case some of you hear me say it and wonder what the hell I'm on about.
"I’ve asked a couple people recently what their secrets were for their successful long-term relationship, how they keep the passion alive, how they keep walking that delicate line of having enough space and still being connected to each other.
One friend answered, “Do you really want to know? We sleep around. We’re both big sluts. The commitment, to me, means that we are each other’s biggest cheerleaders. I am always on the sidelines yelling, ‘Go you!’”
I find this mental image both amusing (I may or may not be debating finding some pom poms for the purposes of my own amusement/when Chris has people over now. It would be nothing less than the funniest thing in the world, the mood I'm in) and one of the better ways of describing that fuzzy little warm feeling in your belly that I get when I know someone I love is happy (and specifically happy in the sexy/romantic way with someone else,) without using that made-up-bullshit word 'compersion,' which honestly sounds like it's a symptom of some illness or something. The alternative form of that made-up bullshit, 'frubbles', sounds like the kinda word your six year old sister makes up for a game she's playing and just plain sounds stupid.
So from now on, I shall refer to having pom poms instead. Just in case some of you hear me say it and wonder what the hell I'm on about.