Despite my pride being stung, I'm strong-armed into letting him pay (he won't even let me look at the bill - he immediately snatches it and gets his wallet out). Thankfully I'm a cheap date, and any activity that requires money is usually his idea.
My mother told me that the guy is supposed to pay, end of story, but - face it - I'm at the tail end of Generation X and am Second Generation Women's Lib ... I've accepted my responsibility in pulling my own weight. I consider the guy paying to be Special rather than Expected.