A 90-year-old man is sitting on a park bench, sobbing, when a young man
stops to ask him what's wrong. Through his tears the old man answers,
I'm in love with a 25-year-old woman."
"What's
wrong with that?" asks the young man.
Between the sobs and sniffles, he answers, "You don't understand. Every
morning before she goes to work, we make love...
At lunchtime she comes home and we make love again, and then she makes my favorite meal.
In the afternoon when she gets a break, she rushes home and gives me
oral sex; the best an old man could want. And then at suppertime, and
all night long, we make love."
The old man breaks down completely, unable to speak.
The young man puts his
arm around him. "I don't understand. It sounds
like you have a perfect relationship. Why are you crying?"
The old man summons up some courage, then stammers through his
tears, "I forgot where I live."
