You guys know the classic song, right?
Birds do it…
Bees do it…
Even educated fleas do it…
Let’s do it,
Let’s pretend we care about sense of humor.
You ask anybody what they’re looking for in a mate, one of the first three things they’ll say is “sense of humor.” No doubt about it. It’s our dating mantra. “I just want someone who can make me laugh.” “Laughter’s all that really matters in the end, isn’t it?” “Looks fade, but sense of humor is forever.” Then how come I’ve never seen a guy say, “would you check out the jokes on that girl?”
90% of the women I write say they’re looking for someone who can make them laugh. I know, because when I read that I make a point to tell them I write comedy for a living. They, in return, make a point to subtly question my job stability and long-term ability to provide, and so the dance begins. But women, especially, say they love guys who can make them laugh. Do they mean it? No idea. But I’ve been in a lot of bars with a lot of funny dudes, and ladies’ heads have not swiveled. However, if a guy walks in who looks like Johnny Depp, or even better, looks like he just got into a fight with Johnny Depp, there’d be swiveling all over the place. Like the desk chair convention was in town. (Are there desk chair conventions? Probably not. Needed it for the joke. Worth it? Probably not.)
Men, however, are no better. If a girl isn’t funny, or at least playful in her emails, I report no interest in her. But, truth be told, if she looks good in a tank top I’ll probably find a way to get interested, at least for a little while. Many of my friends say that finding a lady to joke with is a priority as well, yet I can count on one hand the ones they’ve dated that I’d trust to tell me a joke. “Knock knock. Who’s there? Long Island Iced Tea. Long Island Iced Tea who? What? No. Get me a Long Island Iced Tea. Also, do you have any gum?”
Not convinced that we’re all liars? How about this: if sense of humor was really such a big, if laughter was truly the great equivocator, then only the funniest people would date the funniest people. If you were hilarious, and all you truly wanted was hilarious, then you’d grab Kristen Wiig or Tina Fey and be done with it. Everyone would pursue the absolute highest level of humor they could obtain in a mate, so the uproarious would date the uproarious, the semi-uproarious would date the other semi’s, and there on down. But you don’t see that. Funny people date unfunny people all the time. It’s the hotties who only date other hotties. Relationships aren’t organized by laughs, they’re sorted, obviously, by looks. The most attractive date each other, as do the cutes, as do the weirdos. That’s life. And the funniest people, well, they go for the hotties too. Sense of humor never enters into things.
So why do we do it? Why do we say we want someone who can make us laugh, then chose someone who can make us hot?
There’s two explanations. Either we’re all shallow deceitful fucks (here’s looking at you, Johnny Depp), or there’s something more complex going on. My theory, shockingly, is the latter. I think that we’re not as a jaded as I’ve made us out to be. Deep down, we know the right match for us is someone who can make us giggle those dizzy little you-know-just-what-gets-me giggles. We know, in our hearts, that laughter is what we truly need in a partner, but we’re weak. We’re weak, horny little pigs, and we give in to the immediacy of our desires. Because sense of humor is not immediate. It doesn’t grab you the minute you lay eyes on someone, the way that smiles or tits or asses so reliably do. The prospect of a lifetime of laughter sounds good, amazing, even, but it can’t send that instant jolt through your body the way the right girl can when she smiles and twirls her hair. (Tough break, bald girls). The fact is, we’re idiots. Even though we know that humor is a lot more important than hair color (sorry again, baldies) to the point where we ourselves state it as our greatest priority, we still go after the most attractive person we can get our hands on. We’re schmucks, really. And in the end, predictably, sex sells. It’s true in politics, movies, and magazine covers – so why shouldn’t it be so when it comes to actual, well, sex?
Sadly, though, we don’t know this about ourselves. We say we want sense of humor, hook up based on looks, then feel disappointed when the shapely young girl with the winning smile is less interesting than the pint glass she’s drinking out of. (Although, admittedly, I do have a bit of a thing for pint glasses.) We break up with that chick, say we’re gonna do better next time, then make the exact same mistake over again. It’s the Transformer’s 3 Syndrome. No person in their right mind who saw Transformers 1 or 2 would think, “man, I’ve got to get me another two and a half hours of that shit!” But then the summer rolls around and we see the previews with the fancy robots, and the cars that turn into shooty things, and shooty things that turn back into spaceships, and we think “maybe this one will be better.” And then we go, and want to die. So the next time you spend a night with a boring beauty, just remind yourself that you just bought a ticket to see Transformers 3. For like the hundredth time. Then you’ll have a real walk of shame.
So what do we do? How the fuck should I know. I go out on dates with people I don’t know, you think I’ve got it all figured out? Probably, we should be honest with ourselves. We like funny, but we’re addicted to hot, and until we get over that this whole sense of humor business will continue to be a myth. But that’s not so bad, it’s just part of the process. And maybe then we tell the truth when someone asks us what we’re looking for in mate…
“I want someone to see Transformers 3 with.”
i have read your entire blog from the beginning and i think this is the best one yet. good work.
I want funny. I desperately want funny. But not funny looking.
Humor is about 50% of my job. There’s no way I could date someone who has bad comedic timing. But I draw the line at Qusimodos, too. Call me shallow…but as long as there are Ryan Goslings and Seth Meyers-es …I believe the funny / good looking guy exists.
Much like I believe in the Loch Ness monster.
*mildly ranty with scattered english abuse* I’ve gone out on a few dates with a friend of a friend who was gorgeous, funny, sharp and a self-professed “I want a girl who can make me laugh” kinda guy. We got on, played well off of each other and had that instant physical chemistry but at the end of our third date he told me (giving me a fist bump instead of a kiss goodnight) ” You’re just not what I’m looking for.” (cue scooby doo noises on my end adding up to “what’s missing?”) ” Nothing, you’re just not the kind of girl other guys would see me with and give me thumbs up for you know? You’re like a Tina Fey when I want a Meagan Fox.” Thing is I’m apparently the only girl in the universe attracted to this guy because while he is funny ( and thats why I was attracted in the first place) the rest of the universe just sees him as “the loud guy who looks like Bruce from Finding Nemo.” I’ve been turned off by “funny guys” since then but folks like you are slowly turning me back around. Note to funny guys: What are you on? Tina Fey is gorgeous.
Humor is one of few socially acceptable ways to demonstrate wit, which for the purposes of this conversation we’ll define as the combination of social aptitude and intelligence.
Simply put, it’s pretty tough to be really really short on mental horsepower and actually be funny, short of slapstick. If someone can be “funny” in the “I want someone who can make me laugh” sense, that means they understand enough about you and the context of whatever’s going on to say something that’s entertaining.
That said, I’m pretty sure the infamous phrase doesn’t mean they’re looking for someone to bring their comedy A game to a date. Like, the point is not to go in on a mission to make them pee their pants laughing. That’ll have one of two results: you come off as trying too hard or you succeed and you’re really not someone they take seriously afterwards. Like comedic actors, it’s almost impossible to break out of the “funny guy” role into “leading man” role.
“I want someone who can make me laugh” means “my last date/boyfriend/husband was too serious, a total dick or a total meat head”. Unfortunately for some it doesn’t mean “funny guys will get laid”.
I ain’t reading any of the above. I notice on sites like POF that the women who want a “guy who can make (me) laugh” seem to be the most depressing looking, whether or not their pics show them saddled with a toddler and their profile shows they are divorced…
I’m not here to be some woman’s Prozac.
Omg, I died laughing reading this, you are hilarious!love the raw honesty :-). I agree with everything you said…I’m a victim of my own stupidity as well. I say I want funny but end up with the hottie. When will we learn