ageism

Bob, a 70 year old extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25 year-old who knocks everyone's socks off with her youthful sex appeal and charm. She hangs on Bob's arm and listens intently to his every
word.

His buddies at the club are all envious. They
corner him and ask, "Bob, how'd you get the trophy girlfriend?"

Bob replies, "Girlfriend? She's my wife!"

They're knocked over, but continue to ask. "So, how'd you persuade her to marry you?"

Bob says, "I lied about my age."

His friends are fascinated, "What do you mean? Did you tell her you were only 50?"

Bob smiles and says, "No, I told her I was 90."

Sandra,

I love it! It's great!

Age, it's a matter of mind over matter?

In Bobs case it was mind oved money. I had a friend that once said she was looking for a rich man with one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel.....Go Bob! Hope he lives to be 90.