So, I'm having dinner with a number of young couples on Friday night, and they start discussing how they met, moved out to Denver, etc. One of the wives mentions that one day, she saw her husband coming upstairs with a bag full of shredded paper.
"What's that?" she asks.
"Oh, nothing, just the files I kept on the girls I went out with."
Pause.
Another guest: "Let me guess. You're a value investor."