...for a boy who notices when I get a hair cut or am wearing new clothes, will happily go shopping with me - rather insists he accompany me on all my shopping expeditions because he thinks he has a better sense of what suits my body type than I do. Which I'd say is partially true because I've been known to buy something just because it has a great color/print and may not really suit my body type or is a size smaller, in the hope of becoming thin and fitting into it some day!
He has the patience of a mother and the interest of an art lover buying art, when it comes to shopping. The only time it isn't fun is when we're walking around malls for close to 6 hours, without food or water, because he wants to buy himself a pair of jeans, and we haven't bought a single pair by the end of it!!
And you want to know what's worse? Him picking out slinky, barely-there dresses for me that are two sizes too small. And then cribbing about how fat I am...and that I don't gym enough...and I eat out too often...and I don't do the only thing he has ever asked of me (ie., go to the gym regularly)...and look at that girl in that slinky little dress...and when will you become thin enough to fit into them? And then sulking about it till the cows come home (you'd think I should be the one sulking after such mean comments).
Sometimes I wish I had a boy who couldn't tell an LBD from a maternity dress. But then...do I? :)