Luck or Choice?

A typical scene.
Neighborhood party.
Me chatting with all of "their" wives.
My wife chatting with all of their husbands.
I understand who they are. They really still don't get me.
They feel safer talking to the "bread winner", as if it was really THAT that was bringing them together and as if it was really THAT that what was really keeping us apart.
Wishing it didn't have to be this way.
How can I change their perception? Or is the perception all mine?

Then it happens. Oh Boy......here he comes. Well dressed. Confident. Arrogant maybe? Polo Shirt. God he's got great hair. Did he just get back from playing golf? Why am I in a T-shirt, cut off shorts and sandals and he looks like he just jumped off the cover of GQ?
"How ya doin?" he asks, as if he really cared.
"Doing great, how about you?" ...hoping he wouldn't tell me about his new Corvette convertible.
"You know, I think you are so LUCKY that you get to stay at home with your kids - I'd do anything to have your job" At this point double-income Dave isn't even looking at me anymore. Is he actually checking out my wife? Or is it John's wife new boobs? Was he being sarcastic? Sincere? Degrading? Or would he REALLY want to do what I do? I ponder.
"Well", I say speaking to a slightly turned head, "it was a tough CHOICE we made but looking back we know we made the right one. She is much better at working and I am much better at raising the kids." "You should try it sometime?"
"Yeah right! And give up our lifestyle? We like things just the way they are."

I am lucky.
Being a stay at home Dad is the luckiest choice I ever made.