“Oh, am I meant to laugh at that?” I smirked, feeling my face cool down. He truly wasn’t very funny but: 1. Apart from Kyazike, who is ten times as funny as me, I don’t find anyone as funny as me, even in this, the darkest period of my life. 2. Actually, no man is as funny as me or any woman I’ve ever met. 3. Does funny matter when over the course of the evening I’d been able to stop thinking about Tom for more than three minutes? 3a. AND been reminded what it was like for a very attractive man to speak to me like I was more than an orifice or someone hugely inferior?
