Whilst it is exceedingly rare that I get this opportunity, I like to shop with my woman for a dress, or an outfit she wants to wear. I hate having to lie about the stupid shit most women try looking trendy in. Invariably it fails to make them look like whatever hot chick they saw wearing it (perhaps, even enhancing flaws, like a flat chest, or fat ass) forcing me to say shit like ... "Looks great on you, Baby" to preserve my "next time" of passion with them. If only they'd dress themselves in what they actually, you know ... look GOOD in, instead of what happens to be fashionable that month. No ... let ME pick it out for you ... trust me. I know what looks good on you.