So the problem when two people spend too much time together, besides contracting an ugly case of meningitis, is the ability to not be able to distinguish your own personal jokes, from actual jokes…And by “actual” jokes, I do mean, things that “other people would laugh at.”
In my boyfriend’s and I recent obsession with the Craigslist killer, he has thought it to be quite hilarious to go around telling everyone he is the Craigslist Killer. Now mind you he is not 6 ft 2, nor does he have moppy blonde hair or 201 twisty ties in his basement…although if he stole a pair of my purple panties I kind of would not be surprised…
However, my point is, when we are around each other saying things like, “Honey do you think they have figured out I am the Craigslist killer yet?” it seems funny…we laugh, take another sip of vodka, shoot a raccoon, you know, the usual. Out in public though, it becomes a different story.
Last night at a friend’s birthday party I had to say to him at least twice, that telling everyone he was the real Craigslist killer was not the kind of ‘party joke’ people would leave laughing about…And to make matters worse, every time he says it he begins to giggle louder than a little girl at a CareBears sleep-over party.
To be honest, I feel bad for the financee of this alleged killer…I mean we all date someone bad at least once or twice in our life…and we try and pretend like we don’t see that endless supply of ductape…the bloody rope ends…or handgun hidden in a medical book….but who hasn’t been there?
When was the last time you looked at your date from across the dinner table in that dark alleyway, while he sits across from you, sharpening his knife, and thought, “Maybe there are some things I don’t care to know about him…”
That song Beyonce wrote, ’Single Ladies’ might as well have included , “If you like it then you should have put a metal handcuff on it”…cause really, who hasn’t been there?!…Anyone? Anyone? Bueler? Bueler?
But pardon me, while I get back on topic here…..ahh yes, the inappropriateness of my relationship…I almost forgot that is what I was talking about for a second….
So, in summary, my boyfriend and I may think saying things like, we are the Craigslist killers… talking about how if we had 8 babies like Octomom I would kill 7 of them…and discussing whether my cat could choke on beef jerky or not…are all part of the lovely items that make us the close couple we are…..now if you will excuse me I have a handgun to go hide….
From - Fun With Dic & Kim
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