So the very elderly man is sitting on the park bench crying.
A younger man just out of his teens walks by and asks “Hey, Old man, what’s wrong?
The old man replies: “I’m crying ’cause I’m in love with a beautiful younger woman”
“How is that bad?” asks the young man
“Dude, I mean this lady is 45 years younger than me, she’s beautiful, long legs, beautiful face even without makeup, boobs that don’t quit, firm and high…. and a body to die for….Hot as hell”
He goes on in a shaky voice
“Every morning, she wakes me up by making love to me, then a bit later, she gets up and cooks me breakfast…after bringing me a cup of coffee while I am still in bed.”
“Then she does the dishes, gets dressed, goes to work…she’s a model, by the way, and also a professor of physics, so she stays busy……She sends me saucy texts and racy photos all day long, and when she comes in the door, she jumps my bones, and makes sweet love to me until it is time to cook dinner.”
He goes on with a tremble in his voice, taking deep breaths as if to keep his composure
“After dinner….and she is a gourmet cook, by the way….she does the dishes, maybe some laundry, then sits down next to me, puts her head on my shoulder, tells me about her day, and asks me about mine…then at night, before we go to sleep, she makes passionate love to me as many times as I can….If it is a weekend, we don’t stop after breakfast (if you know what I mean), unless it is to go somewhere sightseeing or shopping with her on my arm, dressed up and smelling beautiful…then a nice dinner or a play or a movie and then home for more loving”
The old man breaks down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
“I don’t get it, old man!” says the younger one “I would kill for a relationship with a woman like that who treats me like that….what are you crying about? ”
The old man takes a deep breath, and lets out a wail and cries “I can’t fucking remember remember where I live!”