This_person
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My therapist has a theory that couples who make love once a day are the happiest. So he tested it at a seminar by asking those of us assembled, “How many people here make love once a day?”
Half the people raise their hands, each of them grinning widely.
“Once a week?”
A third of the audience members raise their hands, their grins a bit less vibrant.
“Once a month?”
A few hands tepidly go up.
Then he asks, “OK, how about once a year?”
I jumped up and down, jubilantly waving my hands.
My therapist is shocked—this disproves his theory. “If you make love only once a year,” he asks, “why are you so happy?”
I shouted to him, “Today’s the day!”
Half the people raise their hands, each of them grinning widely.
“Once a week?”
A third of the audience members raise their hands, their grins a bit less vibrant.
“Once a month?”
A few hands tepidly go up.
Then he asks, “OK, how about once a year?”
I jumped up and down, jubilantly waving my hands.
My therapist is shocked—this disproves his theory. “If you make love only once a year,” he asks, “why are you so happy?”
I shouted to him, “Today’s the day!”