Have you ever gone out with someone whom you wished were funny, not just a person with a good sense of humor but actively could make you laugh so hard you can't breathe, but they just aren't that funny, until one day when they do something really fucking funny and you think that maybe, just maybe, they have been hilarious all along but been sort of hiding it, or keeping it under wraps and waiting to roll it out until the right moment, but then you realize that they don't even understand that what they did was funny, that they're just hit and miss, and you're going to have to decide how much that matters to you?
I just remembered such an instance, when a boyfriend and I were driving along and came to a railroad crossing. The gate came down and the lights flashed and a bell rang, to signal that a train was coming. And out of nowhere, this guy who had really underwhelmed me in the funny department let out this pitch-perfect, Mr. Bill-style "Noooooooooooooooooooo!" that lasted a really long time, over the bells and lights. I still think of it every once in awhile: It was his one funny moment, and I could tell by the way he looked at me laughing that he had no idea how he had done it or how to repeat it. That's when I knew I had to stop hoping for a miracle and accept our situation.
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