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Every single guy can be thrown into one of two categories.  Sure, we are more varied than snowflakes, but we all have somethings that we all do.  So every single guy can get one of two labels … funny or not funny.
I, a member of the funny category (my mama says I’m funny), have used this ability to my advantage for years.  I’ll make you smile, make you giggle, and make you enjoy yourself … all in attempt to beat that box make you fall in love.

But … this doesn’t always work.  In the past I have found myself pitted in the most severest of atmospheres, the grittiest of environments, a place where a man must adapt and succeed, or fail and fall to the wayside.  The proving ground for any Single Black Male, wanna be playa, or general Renaissance Man … yes … I’m talking about the club.

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I see my potential one night stand love of my life across the crowded dance room, and make contact.  On my approach, I think of a witty opener and approach her with something humorous, witty, and that makes her smile for me.  As we continue to conversate converse, I keep her smiling.  Joking her about the club, the dude next to us in the silk shirt, the watered down drink that I’m consuming, and the killer … “girl … stop lying to me, I know your not <her age>. Show me your license right now!”.

Now, things are going like they have many times in the past for me.  I can already imagine her with booty in the air screaming my name carrying my children and meeting my parents, and I’m sure where things are headed.

But wait … here comes the club’s Billy Dee.  Now … every guy in the club is competitions … and their not my concern.  But every once in awhile … my poorly planned bathroom break gives the “smooth” guy enough time to erode my work, diminish my lovable humor, and walk off with my future baby’s mama.

While life has already answered my question, I want you to also.  Is funny sexy?  Does a great sense of humor mean something?  Or is strong & silent the real killer combo?