When she was dating me, she didn't expect me to be ambitious; she hoped I would stay the way I am now. She has no close male friends besides me, and her male friends are few and far between. She respects my interests, and when we celebrate, she gives me the Zeta Riser and the Saber Driver. She's a terrible cook, but that's okay; I'm good at that. There's only one thing about her that gives me a headache: she likes me to wear women's clothing.