Sam and Jessica were on their honeymoon at a beautiful luxury resort.
On their first night, they were lying in bed in complete darkness.
Sam was feeling romantic, so he wrapped his arm around Jessica and whispered,
“Darling… am I the first man you’ve ever loved?”
Silence.
Not a cute, romantic silence.
An extremely long, uncomfortable silence.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Sam started getting nervous.
Finally, he nudged her gently.
“Honey? Why aren’t you answering me? Is the question really that difficult?”
Jessica let out a long sigh and finally turned toward him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Sam!”
“I was just counting!”
Sam froze.
“Counting what?”
She smiled innocently.
“How many men came before you.”
Sam stared at the ceiling.
The honeymoon suddenly felt like it needed a refund.
