My husband likes to be chased. He teases me, then runs away…and like a little boy, he looks back to make sure I’m running after him. If I am, he picks up his speed, and we squeal and laugh until I catch him, hurling both of us to the floor.
It used to surprise me when people put sense of humor so high on the list of what they wanted in a partner. Given how little I had nurtured my own sense of humor, I didn’t want to think it was terribly important.
Humor struck me as a tool people used to dodge the issue, an excuse not to analyze the facts and the feelings, make a distinction between them and have a serious conversation. And, as you might imagine, I was determined to have one.
But a sense of humor can also be a willingness to let go, a willingness to accept what is, without analyzing it. You can analyze somebody’s behavior to understand him, without making analysis a prerequisite to acceptance!
When my sweetie and I land in that pile on the floor, we eventually stop laughing and start talking or kissing, or we get up and go back to work.… More