They made an engaging looking couple in the swank restaurant: The man was handsome, graying and obviously well off; the woman was a joy to any eye – very young, ravishing and delectable.
As they each read their menus, the gentleman asked his date what she would like to eat.
She scanned the menu yet again, and said, “To begin, I’ll have two champagne cocktails, then a dozen oysters on the half shell and a tureen of turtle soup. As entrees I’ll have the filet of English sole followed by pheasant under glass, plus an a la carte order of asparagus tips. For dessert, just bring the cart.”
Somewhat surprised not only by her appetite, but by the cost of all of this, he asked, “Tell me. Do you eat this well at home too?”
“Well, no,” she admitted, “But no one at home wants to Fuck Me.”