Sitting on the train coming home one Sunday afternoon two old men near me spoke to one another in Spanish, none of which I understood. After talking for a while they both let out this deep gutty laugh that only men have and it is usually about a woman. It is a kind of laugh that is childish in a way, simple and innocent, but also dirty and sexy. It is a laugh that is accompanied with a certain look in the eye. A look between men with a shared knowledge.