At the Grocery Store

Last night I spotted my former neighbor Paulo in the grocery store, with a woman. "Hi, nice to see you! And is this your daughter?"
"No, my wife!"
"Wow! Nice to meet you. I was sure you were Paulo's daughter. You're so beautiful, you look like a dancer!"
"What's a matter you don't think I'm handsome enough to have a beautiful wife?" said Paulo.
"I used to be 260 pounds," she said. I couldn't imagine it. "Are you okay? You're not sick are you?"
"No," she said, picking up a bag of grapes. "I just can't eat too much, I had bariatric surgery."