Sunday, June 15, 2014

Story of My Life

This was the story of my life. Anytime someone was mildly attracted to me, I told a lame joke and he ran away screaming. Dating me was a fairy-tale trial-by-fire designed to allow only the most tenacious of suitors inside the castle. If a potential boyfriend could keep up with my witticisms, then he might have a chance. It’s a tribute to my husband that he was able to prevail.

Golly, does that sound familiar. 


Daniel Saunders said...

I've often wondered why 'good sense of humour' is omnipresent in dating adverts and profiles. EVERYONE thinks they have a good sense of humour. Not everyone else agrees.

From the experience of my family, a shared sense of humour, while a bonus, is by no means essential for a successful marriage.

Princess Lea said...

Yes, "humor" is relative. I don't mention that as a requirement, but I must say that it is disheartening to crack a pretty good joke and be met with not only a blank stare, but then followed with a longing glance at the door.

Daniel Saunders said...

Oh, I know that feeling. I've learnt from bitter experience that most people don't get my sense of humour and not to make jokes except with select friends and family. Even then there are some jokes I never make aloud; they aren't rude or offensive, I just fear they're too quirky or intellectual for most people. But at least they make me smile!