Once upon a time there was a plumber who used to hang out in a nice bar. He decided his love life wasn’t the greatest, so one night he got all dressed up (suit, tie, the whole bit) before he went to the bar. Picked up a girl almost immediately, bought her a drink, hit it off. But when she asked him what he did and he said he was a plumber, she walked off.
Same thing happened the next night.
The following night he was commiserating with the bar tender and told him that the minute he told girls he was a plumber, they all walked away. “Look at me — I’m neatly groomed, all dressed up, bathed and lotioned, but it doesn’t matter to them when they hear I’m a plumber.” “Hey, women like the white collar guys. Next time, tell the girl that you’re a lawyer or a college professor or something like that.”
So the next night he picks up yet another girl and when she asks what he does for a living, he tells her he’s a lawyer. They have a wonderful night together and she invites him back to her place where they promptly have sex. When they’re done, he starts laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve only been a lawyer for three hours and already I’ve screwed somebody!”