He does.

I do.

Sometimes he does, sometimes I do—then we both fall all over each other, crying and promising to change.

your friends.

his friends.

both—sometimes his, sometimes mine.

an action-adventure flick, a horror movie, or a compilation of the greatest sport injuries—he likes to watch athletes getting hurt.

a romantic comedy, drama, documentary—whatever I feel like.

two films, after much discussion and Internet research, but no arguing.

I asked him out.

He asked me out.

I can’t remember.

We ask for separate bills, and get out our calculators.

He takes it, no matter what I say.

I pay most of the time.

I do.

He does.

It doesn’t matter because we share all expenses.