She sounds like a peach
Women are like telephones.
They love to be held.
They love to be talked to.
But, if you press the wrong button, you’re disconnected.
A man was invited for dinner at a friend’s house.
Every time the host needed something, he preceded his request to his wife by calling her “My Love”, “Darling”, “Sweetheart”, etc., etc.
His friend looked at him and said, “That’s really nice after all of these years you’ve been married to keep saying those little pet names.”
The host said, “Well, honestly, I’ve forgotten her name.”