I knew a man once who laughed after sex.
I remember thinking “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I went a long way and broke every rule in the book to get there and the man I’ve been dreaming of for years is... laughing?
You got to be kidding.
By a strange coincidence, our relationship fell apart over a few lies, few fears and disagreements in the kitchen just weeks later. It also happened to be the moment when I decided I will go to Ireland after all.
Most probably my life would look completely different if he wouldn’t have had laughed.