Thursday, January 28, 2010
Humor is Everything
There is nothing I love more than a sense of humor, in real life and in books. I like to think that I have a good sense of humor, though I’ll admit I hear a lot of cricket chirping after my jokes.
Have you ever met someone with absolutely no sense of humor? Did you have any desire to meet up with them again?
Just about anything in life can be met head-on with humor. It makes the fun stuff even more fun, and it’s just as good as chicken soup for whatever ails you. It even makes for great sex.
To prove my point, I’m going to leave you with an interchange between Elizabeth (“Elle”) and Kevin from Winters’ Thaw, my book in the Cougar Challenge series. She’s apprehensive about having an older body with some wear and tear on it. He meets that apprehension head on and douses it with humor.
“Elle?” He used his finger to trace the lacy edging at her cleavage until she opened her eyes to look at him. “Question two. Why are you so afraid to lose the bra?”
Okay, she could do this.
“I’m not afraid, exactly,” Elizabeth said. “I just know I’m…different from what you’re used to.”
Kevin’s eyes dropped to her chest and he stared as though he had X-ray vision. “Do you have an extra nipple or something?”
If anything, he looked more intrigued. “That’s not as uncommon as you think but no.”
“Do you have nipples? I mean, the bumps I see could be stick-on.”
Great. Now he was just messing with her, which oddly gave her more courage to set him straight. “Eyes up here, bud. There are two of everything and only two of everything. I’m talking about gravity. I’m not only older than you’re used to, I’ve nursed two kids.”
“If you’d had three, that extra nipple would have been useful.”
“What do you want me to say?” He caught his finger in the front clasp of her bra and gave a little tug. “I like real breasts. Doesn’t matter what size, what shape, pierced or not pierced. I’ve dated women with implants and I don’t find it attractive.”
She wasn’t buying it for a minute. “Isn’t that every man’s fantasy? Legs to the armpits and breasts to the eyebrows?”
“Are we still on the blunt honesty kick?” he asked.
“I slept with one of them and it was like trying to balance on two handballs. I don’t think it was all that comfortable for her either. The sex was okay but there wasn’t a repeat.” He traced the swells of her breast with the back of his finger. “A woman’s skin is so soft. I like to feel as much of it against me as I can.”
It would have been better not to laugh at that moment but she couldn’t help it. All she could see was Phil fruitlessly thrusting away at Tanya, only to be bounced off like a trampoline. Hey, maybe that was how she’d sprung a leak!
“Did I say something wrong?” Kevin asked.
“No, the complete opposite,” she assured him. “Thank you. You have no idea.”
His fingers came to rest on the clasp again. “So enlighten me.”