I consider my Boyfriend Candidate one of the funniest guys I know. And intelligent. It’s a hard combo to find. There are some notable exceptions, but most of the time I find the funny guys are hiding their stupid behind their funny.
Nevertheless, my guy crosses the line a lot into vulgar and disgusting. Lately I’ve noticed it crossing over into really gross and embarrassing. I went to his house last night. He bumped into a neighbor who had been sailing that afternoon. Basically, my guy said, “How was it? You got any women with you on that boat? Serving you drinks or anything else?” I audibly groaned. I don’t know that guy. That was just awkward. Later, I said something about a hair’s breadth away from something. He then chimed in with a story about units of measurements in aerospace engineering. He heard these presumably competent engineers, say something was as narrow as a gnat’s eyebrow or a c**t hair. He thought that was hysterical. I had no need for that to be in my brain. And I’m sorry I just put it in yours. I was disgusted. Am I a guy in a locker room? Do men in locker rooms really even talk like that? I suspect not. Somewhere in there I told him that humor like that only served to reduce my opinion of him.
This hints at a larger issue. He should feel free to say whatever, to disclose and dream. I want him to share his unspoken ambitions and dark sexual fantasies. But I don’t want him to cross that line into grossing me out or being perversely, publicly rude. And where is that line? I can’t say I just know it’s there. So we talked about it. He thought it was an interesting dilemma. He definitely didn’t want me to be disgusted by him so he would try to self sensor a little more.
Two hours later. We’re at a bar chatting it up with the cute young bartender who is going to cosmetology school and is a hair stylist. She said there was a lot of money in simple blow outs and in Brazilian blow outs. I bristled. I knew it was coming. She said “blow out” and she said “Brazilian”. Double whammy, it was too much for my guy. “Hey, I didn’t think there was any hair in a Brazilian!” and a couple minutes later “And how is that Brazilian blow job different from the regular kind?!” Our girl looked like she was going to throw up. I put my head down on the bar. No one was laughing. “Hey, what’d I say? I thought it was funny.”
He’s working on it. We’ve got a ways to go.