Two guys in their mid-twenties were sitting at a bar, sipping beers after a long day.
One of them looked at the other and said, “Man, you look exhausted!”
His friend groaned, rubbing his face. “You have no idea. My girlfriend wants sex all the time! Three, four, sometimes six times a night! She wakes me up at all hours. I’m running on fumes. I just don’t know what to do anymore!”
A man in his seventies, sitting a few stools down, had been quietly listening to their conversation. He slowly turned toward them, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.
He lifted his glass, leaned in just enough to be heard, and said, with the calm authority of experience,
“Son, marry her. That’ll put an end to that nonsense.”
The two young men burst out laughing—though deep down, they suspected the old man wasn’t joking.
