I look, the list of what a girl should do, everything grows, and grows. Now we have to play games with you and love beer. Otherwise, they did not go to the contest. You know, I’m indifferent to the games, and I can’t tolerate beer. But I like old films, cherry juice and cactus. Tell me, I can now also be upset that the guy doesn't want to watch the tape with Bette Davis, and won't distinguish the mammal from the astrophytum? To tear him out a glass of beer, and force juice to pour? Or are only men entitled to claim a 100% separation of their interests? A strange criterion for evaluating relationships.