Id probably call you gay, then you would hold on tightly to my firm ass, then we would look into each other's eyes. Yours twinkling in the moon light as if to let off a tear. Id say "you're gay" and with a nervous gulp you'd say "but I'm your gay."
Then we turn that into a young adult novel series to promote towards teenage girls. We adopt a few children from China, and try to have a simple home life, but then I get a heroin habit, you keep trying to get me off it, but as it turns out, heroin kicks ass. Our publisher eventually drops us and our adopted children change their last name to your maiden name.
Ten years later, I'm barbecuing some burgers in the backyard of my trailer that I spent the last of my royalties on. A car comes into my driveway, at first I'm hesitant then my eyes adjust to the light. A figure steps out of the driver's seat, as they come closer the light of the grill begins to illuminate their face. It's you, I ask "would you like a burger?" you say "Yes." and we spend the night away reminiscing on the years gone by.