I don't know why I find dating disasters so funny. I'm either a psychopath, or there's nothing wrong with me and it's simple self-preservation. Like that thing where if you don't laugh, you ugly cry, then later eat a pizza, raw cookie dough, and a box of Ferrero Rochers.
And it's not just bad dates that crack me up. Hospitals, mortuaries and other sensitive situations make me giggle inappropriately too. I Googled it to see if it's a common phenomenon and Google suggested I'm either a sadist or have Schadenfreude.
I don't think it's sadism, that's someone who likes inflicting pain on others, and other than making you read this column, I don't really do that. And if that's the case and you're reading this now, then you're a masochist, so we're even.
Schadenfreude is billed as that feeling of joy some people get when they see others fail or get hurt. And you don't have to be German to get it, so, I probably have that.