Oh-asis? Oh no!

My fiery friend DT approached me today to inquire about the lack of action on the blog. My instant reaction - "I got no goods DT! There ain't no material". Then it occurred to me... oh yes there is!

Let's date back a few weeks. A dear gf and I are enjoying a nice hot beverage in a trendy establishment. In walks a hairy, foreign man hiding behind his aviators. We comment and continue. An hour goes by and Nicola escapes to the ladies room leaving me alone, vulnerable in my red HIGH, high heels. I feel the glance and he approaches. Dear god. I am STUCK. Within moments a disaster had unravelled. The conversation went something like this:

Creep: "Hi there. I like your shoes"
Jiji: (flattered) "Well thanks...if only they were comfortable." (awkward giggle)
Creep: "My name is Oasis, may I have yours?"
Jiji:(Oasis?! Like a small body of water in the desert?)"Ah my name is Jiji" (where the eff is Nicola?!)
Oasis: My ex had those shoes. You got them from Payless? No?"
Jiji:(irate)"Payless?? PAYLESS? NO! I got them from White House Black Market"
Oasis:"White what?"
Jiji: "Nothing, nothing, never mind...thanks yes I like my shoes."
Oasis:"May I give you my number."

BREAKDOWN!!!

Jiji: "Sure" (Nicola arrives with a look of horror on her face)
Oasis: "And can I have yours?"
Jiji: "ahhhhhh OK"

And the rest needs no details. Lesson learned: It is OK to lie about you martial status. Next time choose a gentle let down - it will save you from having to describe the man's identity to the security guards at your place of work.