"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."
"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..."