It felt as if my shoulders had on one side the cartoon devil and on the other the cartoon angel. “Don’t be a sap. Live it up. Heck, she wants it.” And “Don’t take unfair advantage, or you will rue this day in your very soul forever and ever.”

Aw, jeez.

I decided to be a decent human being, for the most part. I mean, come on. No disagreement all day? That’s a license to kill, maritally speaking. If a guy gets a license, he wants to use it. Case closed.

But I tried to help her when things got dicey­ because I wanted this wild fling to work. I thought maybe if she liked it, we could try it again someday.

The experiment got complicated, though, because the question arose: What is an argument? Over dinner with friends, I announced the day’s big news, and after their collective gasp, an answer was attempted.

First, there were declarations from our dinner companions that they rarely argued with one another. And then it was determined that a disagreement is something else altogether. Wouldn’t ya know? An argument ensued. Well, a disagreement, anyway.

But not from Jessica. She agreed with me that a disagreement is an argument.

“Thank you, honey,” I said.

“Of course, sweetie,” she answered.

And we both about choked.