Just a little joke that is certainly not meant to imply that some of the fairer sex are a little money-orientated.
A wealthy husband and his wife were having dinner at an upscale restaurant when this stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big kiss, then says she'll see him later and walks away.
The wife glares at her husband and says, "Who the hell was that?"
"Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress."
"Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough, I want a divorce!"
"I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more BMW in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours."
Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous woman on his arm.
"Who's that woman with George?" asks the wife. "That's his mistress," says her husband. A short pause, then...
“Ours is prettier," she replies.