"All right", said the Genie, "You have just one wish left. Wish wisely"

"I'm sorry?" said the man holding an old brass lamp, "I don't understand"

The Genie sighed. "You rubbed the lamp, releasing me from a thousand years of imprisonment. I was bound to repay that favour by granting you three wishes. Your second wish was to restore things to how they used to be. That is why you have no memory of these things."

As the Genie was speaking, a smile had appeared on the man's face, and grew to stretch from ear to ear. He waited for the Genie to finish speaking, but only just - before shouting his third wish:

"Make me irresistable to women", he said.

"Your wish is my command, Sire. It shall be so." The Genie bowed deeply, and turned to go.

"Wait, wait" called the Irresistable Man, "What was my first wish - the one I asked you to reverse?"

"Your first wish, Sire? Your first wish was as your third."