That’s one thing I can’t compromise on the next time around.
I want him to make me laugh.
And I don’t mean I want my next husband (there probably won’t be one) to make me laugh, or my next boyfriend (that’s a long way off), or the love of my life (I’m a non believer in that sort of thing). To be clear, I want the next man in my life who I am romantically involved with to make me laugh.
Make me laugh.
Smiles, too. Lots of smiles. But laughing, that’s the best. And I’m a tough nut to crack. It’s hard to make me really laugh.
I loved your comments to my last post. I can’t get table concept out of my head. And laughter is something a someone could bring to our table.