Can't See The Bush For The Forest

I'm talking to a guy at work. We're in the kitchen, making ourselves some tea.
He tells me a story.
He tells me how he went to watch a football match on TV in a strip club. Girls were taking their clothes off and twirling upside down on poles and he was watching Nottingham Forest play on the TV. He says that not many places show Forest games but that place does. So he was watching the game and Forest scored and, wait for it, he punched the air and yelled 'Fuck yeah!' just as a girl was bending over and spreading her beef curtains. He laughs and then asks if I want sugar in my tea.
I blink, then I laugh too. I laugh as a sign of bonding, a male thing, fuck yeah. Inside, I'm thinking that we must be wired differently, that although we share a same planet we live in a different universe.
I don't know what to say so I say, 'Yes, one please.'
Then I think about telling him that time I was at a Monet exhibition and saw a girl with her skirt caught in her knickers.