The time I realized my 'funny' stories were just me being a jerk
I was on a third date at a pizza place in Cincinnati, telling my usual bit about a nightmare client from last fall. I said, 'So I told the guy his roof looked like a toddler's art project,' and she just stared at her plate. She finally said, 'You seem to enjoy making people feel small.' It hit me that for years, I'd framed every date story as a sarcastic win, but I was just the bully in them. I spent the whole drive home replaying a dozen old jokes that weren't funny. Has anyone else had a moment where they saw their own stories in a totally different light?