I don't get the shoe-less thing. Does she make a habit of walking around barefoot, or did she just misplace her shoes? perhaps they were stolen?
or perhaps, and as I suspect more likely

now that you have embarked upon the journey to learn the mysterious ways of women, you discovered that she simply "didn't have any shoes she could actually wear?" i.e. my wife actually has 37 pairs of shoes, but only considers 2 pairs actually worth wearing for any "special" occasions; based upon the empirical rule that out of a different pair for every day, it takes 2 weeks to find a pair which are actually "wearable" (which does not include the 7" heel thigh-high leather ones I make her wear on Saturday nights)
ah poor EB. so much in love, so much to learn. Ballet's just the thin end of the wedge, I'm afraid

and what's more, I predict our friend Arcon going the same way within the next 12 months, it's inevitable.
My wife long ago gave up trying to include me in her cultural pursuits

besides she never suggests going to see Ibsen or anything actually interesting, it was always lame rot like Romeo & Juliet in the park or Gilbert & bl**dy Sullivan.
<grumble grumble> ok rant over.