Some sort of parable

A good-looking middle aged guy shakes his head while drinking at the bar.

He's incredulous.

The bartender, female, attractive in a matronly way, has just revealed that she commutes 90 miles each way to her job.

"Hey," the guy says, suddenly inspired. "You could stay at my place, 1/2 mile from here." {You, dear reader, can insert your own lewd comment here. I am too demure to do so.}

"Uh, no thanks," she tells him.

"Had to try." He smiles. His blackened stubs only remotely look like teeth.