Badly told.

A man is performing standup.  He's just started at it, and he's not bad.  It's mostly just latent story telling, and some ability to hold the attention of a crowd.  Denial, that the jokes are good.  But when the girl he really likes walks in, one of his jokes references his inability to express his interest in girls he likes.  Paralysis.  It's Joyce.  She walks in, and mid-joke, he has, "And so there's this girl I like." And his eyes scan the room, locking on the girl.  "That girl."  And so then he leaves the stage.  Asks her out.  They leave.  And the catch here is that now that he's gotten up the courage to say what he wants, is he still funny?  No.  But there's time, and there's endless places for jokes to flow from.