Guys for Laughs
January 31, 2006 by NML
I’ve had a few moments recently where I’ve caught myself and wondered if I have turned my dating life (and sometimes the lack of it) into an entertainment piece for my smug attached and married friends. Today I got a text from a close friend telling me that she couldn’t wait to hear my ‘stories’ and knowing how it normally goes, this means my funny guy stories. They mean well, and to be fair, I’ve given them more than enough fodder over the years, but when did I become the clown to roll in for entertainment on an evening out?
I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision to make light of it all and I think some of my exes would keel over if they knew how much I’ve taken the piss out of them but I think my general tendency to make a joke of it is my defence mechanism. If you don’t let something bother you and make them the object of entertainment, I guess things don’t hit you on any deep level.
It’s strange and funny to admit, but there have been a few occasions when I’ve thought, ‘Wait till I write about this on the Baggage Reclaim!’
I think my friends hold me up as the pillar of singledom and for them, I probably represent everything that’s fun about being single, but on the flip side, it all represents an insecure existence that they’d rather not participate in. They’d rather watch from afar, get the laughs, and then run home and snuggle under the covers with their significant other, clinging a little tighter than usual.
Am I purposefully choosing guys that end up nearly making me or someone else wet themselves laughing? That would be a resounding ‘NO!’ but for whatever reason, my dating life is often pure comedy. It’s not my fault that the night that a guy goes out with me and decides that eau de natural (B.O) is the scent of choice, or that they should question me as if it’s a job interview and then proceed to analyse the date in front of me, or that the babymama that he failed to mention should turn up and start cussing me Jerry Springer style, nor the time when I bumped into the ex fiancé dressed in varying shades of brown from head to foot, looking like a lump of poo.
There was the Bee Gees style dancer who couldn’t help mentioning threesomes every three minutes, the one that couldn’t keep his mouth shut (literally gaping and catching flies), or the guy that said the dirtiest things that I have ever heard on our very first date. I most particularly can’t forget the guy that acted shy, retired and unassertive for all of our dates, then I invited him back for dinner and he suddenly developed overexcited teenager syndrome and couldn’t keep his willy in check!
Not one of the guys I have met or dated has ever displayed when I first meet them, what eventually has been their demise and made me laugh so hard. The funny thing is that these guys ego’s (read:penises) haven’t even registered how entertaining they are and they’d be bewildered if I spelt it out for them.
So I guess the reason why I’m the ‘clown’ is because I made myself the clown. There will come a time when I won’t be any longer and there will be a steady guy that has made it past the first few dates by not doing any of the above. When this happens, my friends had better watch out, because I won’t have so much to say anymore and they’ll have to find a new ‘act’. Hopefully they won’t expect me to relive the past through re-runs with ‘Go on! Tell us about that twat of a fella that couldn’t keep his willy to himself!’
You’ll know when I really like someone, as I won’t be able to take the piss so much. Until then, I’m laughing all the way!
NML is the editor of Baggage Reclaim. She also has her blog Tired of Men
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