THE JOKE

We just met and I was in my usual aura, being friendlily funny. I, possibly, am not very good at making jokes but I always succeed in making ladies laugh so hard. She laughed her moodiness away, kept laughing while I said things that, to me, were basically witty. In situations like this, that have happened severally, I think my wittiness is a joke, but not so, methinks. I then said nice things to her that made her ‘awwwnnn’ and ‘hmmmm’. At this point, she was interestingly staring at me and I saw something in her eyes -interest, of course. The mood around us that was, a moment ago, laughy became sober. I don’t like that mood when we’re not talking business. I kept making her ‘awwwnnn’ until she said “You’re cute”.
Ladies do tell men they find attractive that they’re cute and the men will be like “Oh! Thanks”. But I don’t like cute. And I told her, “I’m not cute, eh? Don’t tell me that.” Then I stopped talking.

*Fiction