Larry rode his motorcycle to Ken’s house for dinner. When he got to the door, Ken let him in and introduced him to his wife, “Honey, this is Larry.”
At dinner it was, “Sweetie, please pass the potatoes.” And “Darling, this roast is delicious.” And so on, and so on.
Larry had never met such a romance-minded man, nor had he noticed that Ken lavished much affection on his wife.
“I think it’s nice that every time you want to get your wife’s attention you use a term of endearment like honey or darling.” Larry said.
Ken answered, “Oh, that! I forgot her name three years ago.”
A Little Humor
Deceiving First Impressions