When Being A Jokester Backfires

I purchased Asimov Laughs Again online a couple weeks ago and got it in the mail a few days ago. I previously borrowed it from the library when I was in grade 12 and then I just decided that I wanted to get it so now I finally have a copy. Here’s a good story from it, oh Mr. Asimov, he totally asked for this one:

At a science fiction convention in 1959, I met my future dear wife, Janet, who was also a science fiction fan, and I was much attracted to her. We attended meetings together and I invited her to come have dinner with me and some other choice spirits from among the science fiction writing fraternity. Janet, delighted at a chance to meet some of the writers she admired, accepted gladly, and through the dinner, it was clear that all my attention was pinned on her.

After the dinner, Judy, who had been there, said to me rather severely, “You seem to be rushing this woman, Issac.”
“I like her,” I said.
“Yes, but I don’t think you know how to deal with women.”
(Where she could have picked up that notion, I don’t know.)
“Sure I do.”
“Did you invite her to dinner?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And did you pay for her?”
(Of course I did, but at this point I decided to have some fun.)
Opening my eyes wide in surprise, I said, “Was I supposed to?”
“Of course you were supposed to,” said she in disgust.
“All right,” I said. “Let’s see. I think her dinner came to about thirteen dollars, including tip.” I began to fumble with my wallet.
Judy said, outraged, “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to take out thirteen dollars and walk over to her and give it to her.”
At which Judy could stand it no more. “It’s too late for that, you idiot,” and leaning back, she slapped my cheek with a wallop that set my head to ringing for ten minutes. It was the only time in my whole life that a woman had slapped my face, and it was enough.

- Asimov Laughs Again: More than 700 Favourite Jokes, Limericks, and Anecdotes by Isaac Asimov