shared laughter
Then she looked up and realised I was watching her. She gave me an ultra-serious look for a moment, and then suddenly stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes in a totally immature schoolgirl fashion. It made us both burst out laughing.
In one gesture Kirsty had summed up why I love her, why I couldn't stop loving her even if I tried. The lipstick stood for everything that's grown-up and sohpisticated about her, the things about her that earn my admiration: her successful career, her self-confidence, her unfailing ability to reverse into even the tightest parking space. But admiration on its own isn't enough. You can respect someone for being grown-up and sophisticated, but you can't love them. Love is about being comfortable with someone, knowing that behind the sophisticated front there's someone you can have a laugh with, snuggle up to, feel close to. And I've got that with Kirsty. That's why the breakfast thing gave me butterflies of love: there was this woman, looking stunning in her trouser suit and scarlet lipstick, ready for another day of her high-powered meetings and important decisions - and I was the one she stuck her tongue out to. Me, Sam, I was the one who got to laugh with her when she pulled a funny face. I tell you what, there are few things in this world more lovely, more sexy, than shared laughter.
--The Catch, Mark Mason
In one gesture Kirsty had summed up why I love her, why I couldn't stop loving her even if I tried. The lipstick stood for everything that's grown-up and sohpisticated about her, the things about her that earn my admiration: her successful career, her self-confidence, her unfailing ability to reverse into even the tightest parking space. But admiration on its own isn't enough. You can respect someone for being grown-up and sophisticated, but you can't love them. Love is about being comfortable with someone, knowing that behind the sophisticated front there's someone you can have a laugh with, snuggle up to, feel close to. And I've got that with Kirsty. That's why the breakfast thing gave me butterflies of love: there was this woman, looking stunning in her trouser suit and scarlet lipstick, ready for another day of her high-powered meetings and important decisions - and I was the one she stuck her tongue out to. Me, Sam, I was the one who got to laugh with her when she pulled a funny face. I tell you what, there are few things in this world more lovely, more sexy, than shared laughter.
--The Catch, Mark Mason