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Sarcasm

I just got back from a short trip to Boston yesterday. Having landed at 12 noon with no desire to go back to work, I decided to play hooky and hopefully hang out with sweet Tara in Hollywood. Tara has Tuesdays and Wednesdays off, making it her effective weekend. Luckily she was free and I stopped by her place after perusing for some fresh vinyl at Amoeba.

I hadn't talked to sweet Tara in a week. She had broken a date with me the week before and I basically decided that was that. But she did have an excuse, and in her defence, she proposed a raincheck. I always figure girls who like you don't break dates. But I think Tara is honest and would just tell me so if she wasn't interested. Besides, girls who propose rainchecks are probably telling the truth. I decided to give her one more chance.

But isn't that the classical man's attitude? His big ego won't allow him to fathom that a chick he went out with twice would suddenly stop liking him. But alas, women can't say no, they just give excuses. And the guy will keep calling. Girls, you have to tell the men to get lost. We are just too stupid to catch your hints. You see, we speak english, not womanese. We have this stupid habit of thinking people mean what they say. But like I said, I think Tara is different. I had this feeling that she does speak English. And, I when I saw her, I planned to call her on the broken date and find out what the deal is.

I picked her up. She said she was wondering what happened to me, being incommunicado for the past week. I didn't tell her I went to Boston until then.

"Why were you in Boston?"

"To be honest, I was helping to set up a protest at the upcomming DNC."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I think John Kerry is a flip-flopper who's soft on terror. And he looks French."

"Really? Tell me more about that."

She didn't seem to realize I was being sarcastic. Then I told her I went to Boston to get as far away from her as possible on the continental US. [Yes, I know, that would really be Maine - G]. But again, she thought I was serious, and seemed concerned. "Oh my, you did that?" The look on her face was one of complete empathy and guilt. This sarcasm thing isn't working....

Ok, G, you're gonna have to think of other ways to get her to laugh.

So later on, when we sat down to some Ice Coffee, I called her on the broken date. She seemed genuinly sorry, making me feel bad for bringing it up. But she did admit she says "yes" perhaps a little too readily, and she has to work on that. She really did have a friend coming in to town that day and felt obliged to see her.

Posted by G at July 15, 2004 12:58 PM | TrackBack