Three jokes about older men and younger women (relax – they’re self-aware)

They say age is just a number … until the jokes start writing themselves. These three tongue-in-cheek jokes about older men and younger women are more about self-awareness than scandal – and they might feel a little too familiar. Have a laugh (and maybe a wince).

A 90-year-old man said to his doctor, “I’ve never felt better. I have an 18-year-old bride who is pregnant with my child. What do you think about that?”
The doctor considered his question for a minute and then said, “I have an elderly friend who is a hunter and never misses a season. One day when he was going out in a bit of a hurry, he accidentally picked up his umbrella instead of his gun. When he got to the Creek, he saw a beaver sitting beside the stream. He raised his umbrella and went, ‘bang, bang’ and the beaver fell dead.What do you think of that?”
The 90-year-old said, “I’d say somebody else shot that beaver.”  The doctor replied, “My point exactly.”

John, a wealthy 60 year old man, shows up at the country club one day with his new wife, a smoking hot 22 year old blonde. His buddies are amazed. “There is no way someone that young and attractive would agree to marry an old geezer like you. How did you pull it off?” “It’s simple,” John says, “I lied to her about my age.” “Did you tell her you were 50?” his friends ask. John shakes his head no.”There is no way she could believe you were 40″. John shakes his head again.”So how old did you tell her you were exactly?” John smiles and says “85”.

An old man is crying on a park bench. “Sir,” says a concerned jogger, “what’s the matter?” “What’s the matter?” he says. “I went online after my wife died. This young woman sent me an email. She liked older men. She’s Russian. We meet. It’s wonderful. She’s beautiful. She takes care of the apartment. She makes me eat gluten-free. I haven’t felt so good in years. My children love her. My grandchildren love her. And at night…at night…it’s just…” “Well, that sounds wonderful,” the jogger says. “So why are you crying?” “I can’t remember where I live!”