My sense of humor is sometimes too dry, sometimes too obtuse, sometimes too “why the fuck did you just say obtuse”…
Here’s an example.
Last night, I was up with Vicky. She was at her computer. She’d just received an email from MySpace; someone had emailed her.
“Who emailed you? Some guy?” I asked. I like to tease Vicky about all her boyfriends. She hates it. She thinks I’m serious. I have yet to pick up on this little detail.
“You’ll see. I’ll open it for you,” she replied, challenging my assertion.
Listen: it wasn’t an assertion. I was just kidding.
So, the email opens and it’s from a woman. It’s obviously a woman. The woman is cute.
“Who’s the guy?” I ask. See, the idea is that she would reply with something like “His name is Vicky” and I would deliver “He’s cute.”
It would have been funny. Vicky would have laughed. That’s not what happened.
Vicky sneered, “That’s not a guy.”
“Who’s the guy?” I asked again, thinking she’d pick up on my wonderful sense of humor.
“That’s not a guy.”
“Who’s the guy?”
“That’s obviously not a guy and why do you keep repeating the same question like a moron?!”
I could tell from the way she was yelling and the way fire plumed from her nose that Vicky was probably not amused.
… nobody gets me…