Ham or Eggs?

I was watching a repeat of one of my secret guilty pleasures, Grey's Anatomy. There's this great exchange between George and a happily married man. His wife is being admitted to the hospital and he's telling George the story of how they met.

"The first time I met Noelle, I knew I was Ham.

"Huh?" asks George.

"In every situation you have to ask yourself- are you Ham or Eggs?

"Double Huh?"

"Ham or eggs. Pig or chicken. The chicken is involved in the meal. But the pig.....the pig is committed."

OK, I'll be the first to admit some definitely serious flaws with the analogy- like the implication that committment equals death. But it actually made me think. I'm a pig. In any given situation that is important to me. In relationships.

Unfortunately, I do have a tendency to be drawn to chickens.

I think I should be going on a chicken-free, pork-only diet!

Who's with me?