Sometimes I wonder if men are capable of making jokes without it being completely inappopriate and highly sexual.
Take Mr. “I’m-still-deciding.” So the next day, I guess he decided because he texted me. And here’s what happened.
Him – “are we fighting?”
Me – “who is this again?”
Him – “see… now you should have woken up on top of me with the windows open this morning.”
My brain – ” huh?”
Actual response – “umm… thanks but I’m just not that kind of girl.”
Him – “ugg… you took it the wrong way so clearly you are that kind of girl.”
Me – “ugg… I’m pretty sure there’s only one way to take that.” DELETE!
Men of the world! What gives. I mean, was it a joke I just didn’t get? And does it really help your cause to make me feel dumb? I’m just saying.
Humor is the way into my heart. (And eventually after a whole bunch of other stuff happens… my pants.) Always has been. And if you are truly funny and make me laugh, watch out. I may love you.
To you idiots who have no idea what a joke actually is and just uses stupid “jokes” about waking up in bed with me? Then “I’m not that kinda girl.” And you are a giant ass.