I have, for the most part, been with women that have great senses of humour. Generally speaking, they are the only ones who know how to take me. You see, I am a bit of a smart-ass and I don’t usually care what people think, so that sometimes makes for unpredictable dinner conversations. If you are stuffy and are worried about what your date will say, in front of people, I’m probably not your guy. I’ve been with a few ladies that thought they could clean me up and change me into some sort of man that suited their lives, but they couldn’t. I told them that from the start, they just didn’t believe me.
“Why did you have to make that joke about my parents having sex… right to them?”
“I’m betting they still have sex. Look at the way he looks at her. He’s totally diggin’ that ass. When did you become such a prude, anyhow?”
“Ugh, when are you going to quit saying shit like that?”
“I’m not. Why would you think I would stop it? I told you, I’m not going to change.”
And I’m not going to change. Not like that, anyways.
There was a quote by Albert Einstein that goes like this:
That is true in a sense, except for the disappointed part. Continue reading