There's arguments, and then there's OUR arguments

In all the time that we've been dating, DB and I have only had one good argument. You know, the kind where both parties are genuinely peeved and are attempting something resembling communication to get through it. When truly peeved and basking in the ever so delightful feeling that someone's not only stepping, but tap dancing really badly, on my toes, I get upset. Raised voice, yelling, borderline-crying upset. Dan? Eh, not so much. He's more of the aggrevatingly calm and reasonable type. Damn your calm reasonableness.

The rest of our arguments are more of the silly, mindless sort. And we have plenty of those. Here's the thing though: I take these just as seriously as the real ones (minus the yelling and such, I revert to heated discussion mode), while DB can hardly keep a straight face. How do you argue with someone that keeps laughing? Infuriating doesn't even begin to describe it. Normally, these arguments (if you'd even call them that) last 7-10 minutes, simply because after that point, DB's laughter is beyond any attempts at conversation. Which technically means I win said discussion - except that he'd never agree to that.