Someone who is quick to laugh

I had a late supper with a few of my girl friends late last night. Talk eventually turned to relationships and now I'm left to wonder...

Patrick Devonas' Ein Wanderers Nachtlied

Can a comfortable silence pass for love?

For I’ve seen it you know, a couple at dinner for two hours and not bothering to make conversation above the polite. No laughter. No flirting. Not even a bitter stare or sad longing.

Just civility.

I don't remember how it came to be a point of conversation but we all thought it a strange sort of thing to love one who detests tendre sentiment and even stranger still to do so for you fit well into the hollows of their body when you lay as spoons on the sofa to watch foreign films they interprets in an entirely different light than you.

Then we had cake and old boyfriends were dragged over hot coal. The one from my pass that was roasted had been a lover who felt everything keenly, as sun magnified through glass. He was forever burning with some emotion. When we parted he in some grand passion had stated fervently his distaste for what he called my ‘tidy rationale and tasteful decadence.’ I didn’t think his words fit me and told him so in something I’m guessing was calm logic for he flew off the handle as if I'd done so to deliberately provoke.

These days I tend to go for men who are quick to laugh.

We had too much red wine and were all done in today... so a good time was had by all.

Love and care,

Simone