Stand up if you're funny (Part 1)
I may have mentioned this (and I'm too tired to go through my blog) but I've been dating a stand-up comedian. Up until this point, it's been strangely exhilirating on all fronts, from shared interests, conversation, intellectual stimulation and physical attraction, except for one unexpected area. The comedy has been a little lacking. Allow me to explain.
If I were dating a porn star, it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to expect my short-term future with this porn star to include a vast array of carnal delights. I'd expect sex acts and positions so perverse that most civilians wouldn't have names for them, and neither would most gymnasts. Sex acts so far removed from the mainstream, only other porn stars (and maybe some clergy) would recognize them and know what to do. It's just the expectation and you can see where it would come from.
Similarly, seeing as how I'm dating a comedian, it's not unreasonable for me to expect to laugh until I bust a gut.
But that hasn't really been the case, up to this point and I don't mean her show. Her show IS funny, but it's funny in that poignant, confessional, I-lost-80-pounds-and-endured-lots-of-horrible-shit-from-people kind of way. It's not going to make me gasp for air and I noted that women in the audience loved it while men smiled and allowed themselves the occasional chuckle. My problem here is that she doesn't say anything funny in our day-to-day.
I know this might be an unfair expectation, but I'm obsessing about it. Part of the appeal of dating a comedian was the lack of pressure to make her laugh, because I figured the pressure would be on her. This has not turned out to be the case...and I'm dealing with that.
It's part of maturity, you know. We can't always get what we want.
Next time, I'll tell you about A's friend, R, a cancer-surviving comedian who performed in the set after hers.