Selective Memory

A man getting on in years is sitting on a park bench, sobbing, when a young man walks by and asks him what's wrong.

Through his tears the old man answers, "I'm in love with a 22-year-old woman."

"What's wrong with that?" asks the young man.

"You don't understand. Every morning before she goes to work, we make love. At lunchtime, she comes home and we make love again, and then she makes my favorite meal. In the afternoon when she gets a break, she rushes home and we make love. Then, after supper, we make love all night long."

The young man puts his arm around him. "I don't understand. It sounds like you have the perfect relationship. Why are you crying?"

The crying man answers, again through his tears, "I forgot where I live."