A widowed British lady, still in great shape, was sunbathing on a mostly deserted beach. She looked up and saw a man her age, also in good shape, place his blanket near her’s and began reading a book.
Smiling, she decided to strike up a conversation. “How are today?” She asked. “Fine.” He replied, as he turned back to his book.
“I love the beach. Do you come here often?” She asked. “First time since my wife passed away two years ago.” He replied and turned back to his book.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago and I know how lonely one can get.” She countered. “Do you live around here?” She asked. “Yes.” He replied and resumed his reading.
Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, “By the way, do you like pussycats?”
With that, the man got up, stripped naked, came over to her blanket, tore off her swimsuit and proceeded to make mad passionate love. When the sand had finally settled, she gasped and asked the man. “How did you know that is what I wanted.”
The man paused for a moment and then replied “How did you know my name is Katz?”