The Great Lover

I had a friend who said he was a great lover. I said to him: "You are single. You have lots of money. You live in a beautiful apartment overlooking the Hudson River. The girl comes over. You turn down the lights. You put on the music. You pour the wine. You unplug the phone. You call the concierge not to let anyone buzz through. And you make love. That's nothing.

"I'll tell you a great lover: someone who lives in a flat in Brooklyn. Married to the same woman for sixteen years. He's behind in the mortgage. The only thing in the refrigerator is Dr. Pepper. The kids are running around the house, screaming and yelling. The dog is at the foot of the bed, looking up, panting and pawing at the sheets. The phone rings. And he and his wife still climax. That's a great set of lovers.