An elderly pair (he a widower, she a widow) meet in a retirement village. They seem to hit it off; they share each other's values, enjoy the same jokes, and find pleasure in each other's company.
After a few months, the widower asks for the hand of the widow in marriage. She appears hesitant and decided to probe her soon-to-be a little.
- Perhaps I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but... How's your health?
- It's OK - he answers.
- I'm not getting any younger, but I don't have any major health problems. I can still enjoy life.
- Well, then - she replies.
- I don't want to be a snoop, but I've got to protect myself: how are you fixed financially?
- So-so. I'm not rich, but I'm comfortable. You don't have to worry about me sponging off you; I can support myself.
The little old lady blushes, and finally asks her swain:
- And how's your sex life....
- Infrequently - he declares.
The widow ponders this for a moment or so, before asking:
- And is that one word or two?