Poor ringo

The Beatles are sitting around a table in a diner. all of them are happily sitting there with their arms around their wives, all except for poor old Ringo.   “Guys? I’m really getting the blues being all lonely here. How do you suggest going about getting a woman?” He asks, drumming his fingers on the table.   John is the first to speak up. “Get yourself some lucy, find the weirdest looking chick in the building ... ”   George interrupts him. “That’s nonsense, what I do is foolproof! Just keep playing the guitar like I do and ... Oh, never mind.”   Ringo is feeling pretty hopeless at this point, so he turns to Paul, the most reliable of the group. “Paul? Can you at least give me a good answer?”   Paul pats him on the back with a kind smile and says, “Well Ringo, what I do is gaze into the crowd after the end of our concert ... and I look at all the lonely people.”