An elderly pair (he a widower, she a widow) meet in a retirement village. They seem to hit it off; they share each others values, enjoy the same jokes, and find pleasure in each others company.



After a few months, the widower asks for the hand of the widow in marriage. She appears hesitant and decided to probe her soon-to-be a little.



Perhaps I shouldnt look a gift horse in the mouth, but… Hows your health?



Its OK, he answers. Im not getting any younger, but I dont have any major health problems. I can still enjoy life.



Well, then, she replies I dont want to be a snoop, but Ive got to protect myself: how are you fixed financially?



So-so. Im not rich, but Im comfortable. You dont have to worry about me sponging off you; I can support myself.



The little old lady blushes, and finally asks her swain –

And hows your sex life….



Infrequently, he declares.



The widow ponders this for a moment or so, before asking…

And is that one word or two?