[font=Segoe,]Let me tell you that I have made a bad mistake this evening.
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[font=Segoe,]My girlfriend (who let me tell you is only my 2nd girlfriend of all time) said I am "invited to dinner" with her and her parents. I was very aghast, nervous, and bashful to be invited to such a situation. But I knew it must be done.
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[font=Segoe,]I met them nicely, I should tell you, and it started off in a good way. The idea slapped my mind that I should do a comic bit, to make a good impression and become known to them as a person who is amusing.
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[font=Segoe,]When I saw that baked potatoes were served I got the idea that it would be very good if I pretended I did not know what potatoes was. That would be funny.
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[font=Segoe,]Well let me tell you: backfired on my face. I'll tell you how.
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[font=Segoe,]So first when the potato became on my plate, I acted very interesting. I showed an expression on my face so as to seem that I was confused, astounded but in a restrained way, curious, and interested. They did notice, and seemed confused, but did not remark. So I asked "This looks very interesting. What is this?"
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[font=Segoe,]They stared at me and the mother said "It's a baked potato." And I was saying "Oh, interesting, a baked....what is it again?"[/font]
[font=Segoe,]And she was like "A potato."
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[font=Segoe,]And I was like "A 'potato', oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good."
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[font=Segoe,]And then they didn't see I was clowning, but thought I really did not know what is a potato. So I knew I would be very shamed, humiliated, depressed, and disgusted if I admitted to making a bad joke, so what I did was to act as if it was not a joke but I committed to the act of pretending I didn't know what a potato is.
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[font=Segoe,]They asked me, VERY incredulous, did I really not know what a potato is? That I never heard of a potato. I went with it and told them, yes, I did not ever even hear of a potato. Not only had I never eaten a potato I had never heard the word potato.
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[font=Segoe,]This went on for a bit and my girlfriend was acting very confused and embarrassed by my "fucked up antics", and then the more insistent I was about not knowing what a potato is was when them parents starting thinking I DID know what a potato was.
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[font=Segoe,]Well let me tell you I had to commit 100% at this point. When I would not admit to knowing what a potato was, the father especially began to get annoyed. At one point he said something like "Enough is enough. You're fucking with us. Admit it." And I said "Sir, before today I never heard of a potato. I still don't know what a potato is, other than some kind of food. I don't know what to tell you."
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[font=Segoe,]Well let me tell you he got very annoyed. I decided to take a bite of the potato, and when I did I made a high pitched noise and said "Taste's very strange!"
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[font=Segoe,]That is when the father started yelling at me, and the mother kept saying "What are you doing?" and my girlfriend went to some other room.
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[font=Segoe,]Finally the father said I should "Get the fuck out of his house" and I said it was irrational to treat me like this just because I never heard of a potato before. Well let me tell you he didn't take that kindly.
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[font=Segoe,]Now in text messages I have been telling my girlfriend I really don't know what a potato is. The only way I can ever get out of this is for them to buy that I don't know what a potato is.
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[font=Segoe,]I wish I never started it but I can't go back. I think she will break up with me anyway.[/font]
