There are such interesting personalities.

All guys just need sex, and communicating with girls just to fuck?

All the girls just need to go out and babbling with coffee shops?

A friend with a friend. We work together, we read the same thing, on weekends - rushing to the pitch, together rushing on survivors' forums. But how though. The girls are scared of the prospect of becoming a nasty friend. I let him gently hint, like, dear, I didn't get the light with a cling, out of Masha is beautiful, cheerful, sporty, out of Dasha... Fortunately, again under alcohol it turned out: I didn't like him as a girl for a second. (And the female brain has already drawn such a drama.)

So, ladies and gentlemen, each speaks for himself, each for himself.