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All relationships take a little give and take. This we know.
But must they be so bloody and stupid?

Let's face it — some men like testosterone-driven action flicks as much as some women like sappy, happily-ever-after chick flicks. It's a gender thing.

I have been dragged to many war, monster and Western movies in my time. I'm not always happy about it, but I generally don't try to fight it if I like the guy and it pleases him — at least the popcorn and Dots are always the same (and I've been known to fall asleep at the movies, so ...). But I have drawn the line on Adam Sandler movies. The answer is, no, I won't go. His movies are beyond stupid. I just don't have the time to waste. And there's no way I'm going to a slasher horror movie, either. I'm sensitive, I get nightmares. I'm still recuperating from "The Silence of the Lambs," and that came out in 1991!

I'm not too much of a chick-flick watcher, either, although if it's clever and genuine, maybe. I prefer small, smart, indie or foreign films that make me think, that expand my consciousness, that don't always end happily. I long to find a man who appreciates those, too, but I accept that I'll most likely be watching them with my girlfriends or by myself.

But even sites like AskMen.com advise guys they'll need to compromise, offering some suggestions with Chick Flicks We Can Stomach

I've enjoyed my share of "guy flicks" — "Gladiator," "Saving Private Ryan" and "Jarhead" come to mind. Even "Troy" was OK — barely — just to see a beautifully buff Brad Pitt in bed with two women. But maybe that's just me.

So when "The Departed" came out on DVD, I was asked by a date to come over and watch it.

"C'mon, it'll put hair on your chest," he chided me.

"I don't want hair on my chest!" I protested — forgetting to point out that he probably wouldn't want it there, either.

But off I went to watch and I actually liked it, until it all ended in a (way-too convenient) bloody mess. And then, lo, an aberrant hair in a place Janet Jackson knows all too well appeared on my chest — a hair so long it could be dreadlocked.

Could it be?

Do you watch willingly or begrudgenly guy's flicks because it'll make him happy?

Do you drag your guy to chick flicks — and does he watch to make you happy?

And could you really fall in love with an Adam Sandler fan?