My Dear Wife,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 54 years old, can no longer satisfy.
I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not be upset that I will be spending the evening at the Comfort Inn Hotel with Chantelle, my 18 year old secretary.
Please don’t be upset. I shall be home before midnight.
When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table:
My Dear Husband,
I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 54 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old.
As you know, I am a mathematics teacher. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant rugby coach. He is young, virile, and (like your secretary) 18 years old.
As a successful businessman with a mathematical brain, you will understand that we are in the same situation, but with one small difference: 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18.
Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow !!!
A woman awakes during Valentine’s night to find that her husband was not in bed.
She puts on her dressing gown and goes downstairs to look for him.
She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup coffee in front of him.
He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall.
She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee…
‘What’s the matter, dear?’ she whispers as she steps into the room.
The husband looks up from his coffee, ‘I am just remembering when we first met 20 years ago and started dating. Do you remember back then?’ he says solemnly.
The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring, so sensitive.
‘Yes, I do’ she replies.
The husband pauses. The words were not coming easily.
‘Do you remember when your father caught us in my car?’
‘Yes, I remember!’ said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.
The husband continues. ‘Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said: ‘Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to jail for 20 years?’
‘I remember that too’ she replies softly.
He wipes another tear from his cheek and says…”I would have been released today.. !!!”