Frank sighed and said, “Back in my twenties, I could dance all night with a beautiful woman and still have energy left for breakfast.”

George nodded. “In my thirties, I dated a swimsuit model. Every man in town was jealous.”

Harry chuckled. “In my forties, my wife and I would sneak away for romantic weekends whenever we could.”

The men turned to 85-year-old Walter, who had been unusually quiet.

“How about you, Walter?” Frank asked. “What do you remember most about your love life?”

Walter smiled and said, “Honestly, my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

The others nodded sympathetically.

Walter continued, “The good news is… neither is my wife’s.”

The group laughed.

Then Walter added, “In fact, every morning she asks, ‘Do you still find me attractive?'”

“That’s sweet,” George said.

Walter grinned.

“Yes, but every morning I ask, ‘Who are you again?'”

The entire bench erupted with laughter.

Walter raised his coffee cup and said, “At our age, romance isn’t about passion anymore… it’s about being pleasantly surprised by the same woman every single day!” 🍻😄