I cannot believe I'm about to say this. It has to somehow be against the "girl code" but I'm going to save you some grief anyway. If she is in to shoes or handbags...you have it made. Tell her it's the same thing. Now, I'm off to the vacant lot behind Hardee's to be executed for breaking the sacred code.
Sounds like a Lifetime channel program. I'm beginning to believe I must have been a man in one of my past lives -- this whole "girl code" thing is foreign to me. I'd rather bite off my own arm than ask anyone for permission.
Carry on.