Oh My, That's Hilarious...Wait, What Are We Laughing At?

Ever join a conversation mid-action and think you've picked up enough of it to either make a comment or laugh, then you realize from funny looks that you've missed too much and they now think:
a. You're an idiot.
b. You're weird.
c. You think the crash of the Hindenburg was funny.
Well at a party Saturday night I managed to pull this maneuver, but what added to the hi-larity was that my Significant Other was in the midst of his own little conversational snafu. A word about the party, before we go any further. It was lovely, as you might expect.

In a nutshell, I went to get my coat as we were heading out. At the same time, the hostess was good-naturedly ribbing S.O. a bit, asking him if we tease each other about "blog crushes," as she and her man do. He said "No," right away but realized that he was sort of confused because he's new to the lingo and in his head he was doing the slow-motion sideways dive and deep "Noooooooooo!" to try and stop himself from doing what he actually did: the sort-of-confused-so-I-end-up-coming-off-like-an-uptight-conversation-ending-fuddy-duddy maneuver. Then, I walked up not realizing what had just happened and rolled my eyes and said "Let's go," all mock-seriously and pointing to the door, not knowing until he explained on the elevator that this would have had the effect of making it look like I've spent nights sleeping on the couch, Andy Capp-style, with him fuming over the matter of blog crushes, which are just an online joke. So our bow and exit from the party displayed our trademark George-and-Gracie comic timing and Fred-and-Ginger elegance.

At the very least, it was just like the Hindenburg.