Extinguished Distinguished

(My boyfriend and I are just waking up, it’s my 27th birthday. He’s 30.)

Boyfriend: *kissing me* “Happy birthday, babe… You’re old!”

Me: “Old? You’re older than me!”

Boyfriend: “Yeah, but men are different.”

Me: “How?”

Boyfriend: “They just are.” *rolls over and goes back to sleep*

(I repeat this conversation later when we have woken up, and he has no recollection.)

Me: “I think you were trying to say men don’t get old, they get distinguished.”

Boyfriend: “Yeah, that’s it! Wait… what’s distinguished?”