As long as we both shall live. With perhaps an exception or two. Depending.

"I take it you've gotten well past feeling like a boy with this haircut."

Nick said this as we were making dinner.

"You know," I said, taking a sip of wine, "a friend of mine had this professor in college who had a husband who got a sex change."

Nick got that you're-so-going-to-turn-this-into-a-rabies-conversation-aren't-you kind of look.

He said, "I've had a long day."

"Yeah. So her husband had always felt like he was a woman trapped in a man's body."

"Right."

"So he had the sex change and became a woman."

He reached for the salt. "Uh huh."

"And they stayed together!"

This gets his attention. True love!

I add, "Isn't that so interesting? It's such a statement about loving the person and their core."

I look at him significantly. I expect him to say something about how he loves me that much. And no matter what, we'd always be together.

He responds, "In other words, his wife became a lesbian."

"It's about love. It's not about gender or sex."

"And then they were both lesbians."

"Whatever. Sure. So would you?"

"Would I what? Sleep with you and another woman?"

"Stay with me? If I became a man?"

"Not a chance. Let's get back to the lesbians."

"Don't you love me?"

"So his wife, the lesbian..."

"Drop it."