I do have a derp story or two about an ex I actually like. He's not a bad guy, but he was young when we dated so it just didn't work out....
Him: "Hey, did you hear?! There was this crazy wave that hit all these places in Asian!! All these people are dead...

"
Me: "Uh.... Yea I heard."
Him: "Really?! You heard already?!"
Me: "That happened 3 weeks ago."
Him: "OMG the pope is really sick, probably going to die..."
Me: "Yea... Been sick for a few weeks, it'll be any day now."
Him: "Really?! I just heard... It's so weird that every time they show pictures of the Pope, they all look the same!!"
Me: "...There's only one Pope at a time... It is the same guy..."
Him: "Really?! Oh that makes sense now."
2 weeks later...
Him: "Hey the Pope finally died..."
Me: "Yea I saw that."
Him: "They're burying him in St Peters! Isn't that crazy?!"
Me: "In Europe, a lot of people are buried right in the church. It's kind of creepy."
Him: "Oh he's being buried in a church? Which one?"
Me: "St Peter's Basilica in Rome..."
Him: "Oh it's in Rome?! I thought they were talking about St Peters, MO. I wondered why they were bringing him all the way here to St Louis to bury him in the suburbs. Thought maybe he grew up here or something."
Not to mention all the times we had to stop for "FREE COUCH" signs at the local furniture store. I had to prove to him that they aren't giving away a couch. It's a store that sells furniture. He walked out like Charlie Brown when the store employee told us it was free with a purchase of a loveseat and recliner...
Sweet guy though. He always told me how smart I was.

poor guy