The Same Old Story
(My wife has just returned from a conference she went to alone. As I’m picking her up from the airport, she tells me of a male friend she made there, and I gently tease her about it. The next day she shows me pictures from the conference.)
Me: “That’s [Friend]? He’s hot! Are you sure you didn’t sleep with him?”
Wife: “He’s 35, and married, and as tall as I am.”
Me: “When you say he’s 35, what does that mean to you? Is he too old for you?”
Wife: “Yes… Oh, my God! Did I just say that?”
Me: “How old am I?”
(My 35th birthday was a couple of weeks ago.)