Everything is as fun as you want it to be. I never understood how men could just be sitting on a couch playing with their phones while their girls shopped for shoes. If you’re there anyway, why not make yourself useful?
Whenever my girl went shoe shopping, I made sure to help her pick out styles that I happen to like, flag down salespeople, get her different sizes to try on, and when they bring the shoes out, I get down on all fours in front of her and help her put them on and lace them up, and afterwards vice versa, so she can just sit and never has to bend at the waist. When she’s trying them on I always give her my opinion too.
I don’t particularly like shopping for shoes per se and never do it for myself, but the satisfaction of being with someone you love, helping them and making them comfortable and happy and feel appreciated is the primary reward, not making sure she has the right pair of shoes. I don’t particularly like cooking either and I don’t make souffles just for myself, but I love cooking for her because I love her. Isn’t that the whole point?
We’re no longer together. 
Live models at Victoria’s Secret.
“Honey, I think you need more of … um… those.”
I can’t drive anymore so somebody has to take me out.
I love shopping. My husband and I are stuck with each other. So I tie the twains into a knot I can work with.
First, go have lunch, which involves beer.
Then, let him sit on the bench outside of the store so he can “people” (girl) watch while you shop. If you really need his opinion, walk to front of the store in your new duds and yell “Hey!” He’ll recognize your voice. Do a palms up Whadda ya think? gesture and he’ll either nod or shake his head.
Next stop, Victoria’s Secret or tools.
Stop for a Cinnabun or soft pretzel and he won’t notice how long you take in the shoe store.
Then, Victoria’s Secret or tools.
Spend too much time in the department store of your choice. Afterward, quickly lead him to Victoria’s Secret or, better yet, Freddrick’s of Hollywood if they have one. Later, leave him gazing through the window at the pet store because by this time you need the help of adorable puppies to get you all through to the end. I believe cuteness has a calming effect.
Dash in and out of the last two or three stores and then meet him with a brisk “All done!”
Once home, feed him salami or wings.
Let him watch whatever he wants on TV.
Don’t mention the chores that didn’t get done that weekend.
Go to bed at the same time. 