50% Divorce Rate

A long time ago I found myself on a date. My date and I patronized the bar D.B.A located on 1st Avenue. A quinquagenarian started up a conversation with my date and me. The middle-aged fellow told me I was attractive and then asked if my mother was seeing anyone. I said, "Yeah, my father, who I think you might prefer because I look just like my dad, except with more hair on my head and less on my shins."