My dear wife,
I trust you will understand that I have certain needs—needs that, given your age of 57, you are unfortunately no longer able to satisfy. Please know that I am very happy with you and deeply value you as a good wife and companion.
That being said, I feel it is only fair to be completely honest. After careful consideration, I have decided that tonight I will be spending my evening at the Comfort Inn Hotel with my 19-year-old secretary. Please do not misunderstand my intentions—this is purely to satisfy my personal needs, and I plan to return home before midnight. I hope you will appreciate my candor and not take offense at this arrangement.
That night, he returned home late, expecting perhaps tension or confrontation. Instead, he was met with a note carefully placed on the dining table. It read:
My dear husband,
Thank you for your honesty in your letter. I appreciate your frankness about me being 57 years old, and I would like to gently remind you that you, too, are 57.
As you are aware, I am a mathematics professor at our local college. While you are reading this, I will be spending my evening at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who also happens to be the assistant tennis coach.
He is young, energetic, and virile—just as your secretary is 19 years old. I hope you understand that, like you, I too have certain needs, and tonight I am fulfilling them.
The husband, upon reading this note, was left speechless. His plan for a secret evening had been cleverly matched by his wife, who turned his own words and logic back on him. Not only did she demonstrate quick wit, but she also reminded him, with perfect poise, that age is a two-way street and honesty has its consequences.