An incredibly wealthy billionaire fell madly in love with a stunning woman and proposed on their very first date. The woman hesitated, protesting, “But darling, we don’t know a single thing about each other!”
The billionaire smiled smoothly and insisted, “Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. We will learn everything about each other as we go along.” She happily consented, they wed, and they immediately jet-setted off to a luxury five-star resort for their honeymoon.
One gorgeous morning, while they were relaxing by the Olympic-sized resort pool, the husband suddenly stood up. He marched up to the highest ten-meter diving board, took a breath, and executed a flawless two-and-a-half tuck gainer, followed by three perfect mid-air rotations, slicing into the water with absolutely no splash. After performing a few more breathtaking, gravity-defying dives, he casually walked back and lay down on his lounge chair.
“That was absolutely unbelievable!” his new bride gasped, her jaw dropped.
The man smiled proudly. “Well, I used to be an Olympic diving champion. See? I told you we’d learn more about each other as we went along.”
Inspired, the wife stood up, dove into the deep end, and began swimming laps at an astonishing, superhuman speed. After sprinting through thirty consecutive laps without a single pause, she effortlessly climbed out of the water and lay back down on her towel, barely even out of breath.
The billionaire was completely mesmerized. “Wow! That was spectacular! Were you an Olympic endurance swimmer or a world-record triathlete?”
The wife wrung out her hair, looked at him calmly, and replied:
“No, actually. I used to be a high-end hooker in Venice, and I had to work both sides of the canal.”
