A woman was casually dating three men. One day, she goes to her close friend’s house for some coffee.
“I can’t believe you’ve been dating 3 men for over 2 years now! I can’t keep even 1 man for a week. How do you do it?” the friend inquires.
“Just do what I’m doing–cook a man some food and bring it to him. As they say, a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” she answers.
“That’s so cliche, but I’ll try it! So, are you going to make a decision? I’m sure by now at least one wants to marry you.”
“They all want to marry me. I’m planning on cooking for them one last time. I will make a decision to marry one of them depending on their reaction.”
For the rest of the week, the woman brings her men food on separate occasions. The same kind, prepped the same way. The very next day, her friend comes over to her house.
“Well? Have you decided yet?” the friend eagerly asks.
“Yes. I told them all I couldn’t be their wife.”
The friend stares at her in shock. “Why? They were such good men! They made lots of money–you would’ve been comfortable for life!”
“I couldn’t care less about the money. It turns out that they lied to me all these years, saying I was a good cook. My dead husband complained about my cooking for 20 years, but at least he could tell the difference between my cooking and food from some dirty burger joint!“
Moral of the joke: never lie about a woman’s cooking.