The puke test.
Honestly, who could argue that the strength of a relationship is manifest by how each partner reacts while the other is vomiting?
(Time in relationship - grossness of sickness episode) / speed of partner's exit from room = strength of love
It's simple math.
And apparently, Archie really, really loves me.
I was recently down with a stomach bug and the man was a dream come true. He covered me with blankets, rubbed my back, brought me chicken soup, saltines and Gatorade, and even squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush when I needed it. And I needed it. A lot.
Basically, he was everything an attentive mother would be in a super-sexy package. I loved it.
He did, in true Archie fashion, tease me a little.
A: "I typed your symptoms into webmd and, guess what."
A: "You probably have AIDS."
He's a good one and I'm pretty damn lucky to have him.