A **78-year-old man** married a beautiful **29-year-old woman**.
The next morning, he walked into the hotel breakfast room looking unbelievably energetic.
He was whistling happily.
His longtime friend, also in his 70s, stared at him in disbelief.
“Frank, you’re 78!”
“How did you survive your wedding night with a bride that young?”
“Weren’t you worried about your heart?”
Frank calmly sat down.
He picked up his coffee.
Took a slow sip.
Then smiled.
His friend leaned closer.
“Well?”
Frank finally answered:
**”I didn’t have to worry about my heart—she spent the whole night making sure I took my blood-pressure medicine.”**
His friend stared at him.
Then burst out laughing.
“That’s your secret?”
Frank grinned.
“At our age, romance isn’t about being reckless.”
He took another sip of coffee.
**”It’s about having someone who remembers your medication schedule.”**
His friend shook his head.
“I was expecting a much more exciting answer.”
Frank smiled.
“So was I.”