The other night, The Guy and I were talking about future plans and the roles of each person. This is how the conversation went:
Me: You know, if we ever get married, you will have to support my dream to be a ballerina. It will be your husbandly duty to do everything in your power to help me. It's a fact.
The Guy: That's fine. I can get behind that. As long as you can figure out how to do it while I follow my dream of being unemployed.
Me: That seems fair.
(A few minutes later after conversation has moved on.)
The Guy: You would be the worst ballerina ever. I mean, they are graceful and stuff. I can just see you running into them all and knocking them over.
Me: You are so keeping your job.