In case you're not familiar with what shoemated means, I'll explain in the context of what happened so you can better understand.
The human pet had gotten together with the neighbor lady, i.e., Ingrid, and her daughter, i.e., Kelly. The three of them had been sipping wine and enjoying the evening. They discussed the neighbor lady's new toy, a Trikke, and how it had been working out for her - which, truth be told, wasn't all that well.
The neighbor lady then proceeded to ask the human pet about her upcoming graduation from the University of St. Thomas. This led to a discussion of the pet's parents coming to visit, party plans that include a ladies-only poker night, and of course, what to wear for the graduation ceremony. That conversation then led into general clothes shopping and the neighbor lady's extraordinary style when it came to shoes.
Ingrid's feet have always been in Dansko, and my human pet has been drooling over a pair for ages. As it turns out, the neighbor lady had recently bought a pair of shoes, and she had not liked them. They did not fit her feet as well as she had hoped. Instead, she brought the shoes to the human pet and asked her to try them on so the pet could get an idea of what size she was in Dansko shoes.
The neighbor lady gave the human pet the pair of shoes since they fit so nicely.
The human pet in turn lost it, and by "lost it", I mean she screamed, she cried, she clawed at her chest, and she kept saying, "Oh my God," and "Are you serious?" over and over again.
And that's when I learned a new word thanks to Kelly as she watched the two ladies laugh:
"You two just shoemated!"
Apparently, shoemating is when one female homo sapien gives another female homo sapien a pair of really exotic and expensive shoes and expects nothing in return.
My only hope, though, is that someone will shoemate with me. Sigh... It sounds absolutely delightful, minus the shoe.