Who knows where that sort of self-imposed pressure “men” who make constant jokes comes from? It could be anything from a youth spent among verbally abusive parents and needing to lighten the situation however possible to being ugly and wanting to impress the opposite sex via “personality” instead.

Regardless of the reason why some “men” feel compelled to constantly tell not just jokes, but usually bad ones, it can grow quite wearisome to the woman who has to pretend to listen to and laugh at them on a regular basis. Worst of all, of course, is the “man” especially fond of telling “‘Guy’ walks into a bar” jokes, including the likes of “A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says: ‘a beer please, and one for the road.'”

No matter how much money you make, there is nothing worth a woman subjecting her skin to wrinkles garnered in vain for your shittaytay attempt at humor. So unless you’re willing to furnish all of your dates with a tub of La Mer, shut the fuck up–that joke isn’t funny anymore.