Why us old farts don't get much action.
An elderly gentleman walks into an upscale cocktail lounge.
He is in his mid-eighties, hair perfectly coiffed, perfectly tailored suit,
and smelling slightly of an expensive after shave.
He presents a very nice image.
He notices that seated at the bar is a classy looking lady in her mid-thirties, cleavage, legs, eyes, hair...
The sharp old gentleman walks over, sits beside her, orders a drink and takes a sip.
He slowly turns to the young lady and says,
"So, tell me..... do I come here often?"