Humour

It occurs to me that I have a very odd sense of humour some days.

Don't worry, this isn't one of them. :-)

I was thinking as I drove back from the homework delivery, that part of what probably turned D against me was my odd little parting question... where are you at the university? Now, I'm shaking my head at myself, because I know that I was somewhat amused at myself at the time asking the question because it framed me as a "stalker". Which I'm mostly not. :-) But yeah, I thought it was funny. Odd sense of humour.

The best illustration though, is back when I was married. One of my four or five temptations (all of which were successfully resisted, by the way!) was a nasty, nasty woman... I had known her in my late teens and early twenties as part of my group of ten or so friends that I hung with. She was always ready with a cutting remark for anyone and everyone, and that's probably a huge understatement. I was embarassed to be around her most times it was so rude. But when I was DJing in '97, I ran into her again... she played pool upstairs regularly. I found myself strangely attracted to her (which is a fact that I've previously analysed with interesting conclusions). One night, after work, we ended up on the stairwell, and it got as far as whatever base it is where you get a handful up top, and she starts gently moaning. lol. Why am I giggling at that tonight? Anyways, that was the point (it was invariably this kind of point) where my conscience kicked in and I said I could not do that, and had to call it a night. Needless to say, she wasn't impressed, and one can only imagine the things she had to say about me.

A few weeks later I was dining by myself in Alfredo's downtown (ah, the joys of married life), and she walked in the room - she worked there! This is the part where my sense of humour comes in. She did a *perfect* double-take. You know, the glance followed by the headsnap... I broke out laughing on the spot. I don't think she realized what I was laughing at. Now, on further reflection, maybe I don't have that odd a sense of humour, because this was classic double-take... TV sitcom-quality... just beautiful.

Sadly I felt badly, especially as it was obvious she didn't see the humour in it... she pointedly ignored me whenever we ran into each other from that day forward. Of course, it could have been the other thing, too....

But... whenever I think about it, I simultaneously feel bad and amused. What does that say about me?