'Julia Roberts looks so great in that dress. It certainly does her justice,' he muttered.
'Huh? Yeah, great,' funny thing for a bloke to say. He obviously just fancied the pants off her but didn't want to say so.
'And those shoes, aren't they super?' he began again, but quickly mumbled, 'Er, I mean, they'd look great on you. Maybe next week, we could go shopping for you.'
'Are you trying to tell me that you don't like my clothes?' I bickered.
'No, of course not. It's just that one of the things you said you liked doing is shopping, and I thought it would be nice to go with you.'
What? A man who likes clothes shopping. Get outta here.
'You enjoy clothes shopping?' I gasped, almost choking on a Monster Munch.
'Erm. Yes, actually. I'm your regular new millennium man. I want to do every
