To lie or not to lie?

Do you ever have those moments where you wish you lied more easily? I was brought up not to lie. In fact I received my last spanking because I lied to my mom. That, however, is another story. There are times that I regret being honest. I experienced one today.
I was at the laundrymat. I had just put my clothes in the washer and sat down when this guy came up to me and started talking to me. I should know that when a stranger approaches and one of the first things he asks is "Are you married or have a boyfriend?" the answer should be "Yes I do." In my case that would be a lie and being the woman my parents taught me to be I said no. This of course he took to mean that I was available and could be possibly interested in me. I realized my mistake when he said, "really no boyfriend." So I quickly regained my feet and said "I have a potnetial in the works." Do I have a possibility, no. But I already missed my chance to get rid of him through entirely dishonest ways so the psuedoly dishonest would have to do. So this guy said that meant that at least he could sit next to me for a chat. He asked me questions and offered hints that were openings for him to ask me out. For example: "with those legs, I bet you're good at dancing." Fortunately he picked dancing and I don't dance well or enjoy it that much so that one was easy to dodge others I ignored, refusing to give him the opening he was looking for. This guy is African American and he tried that angle with "have you ever experienced someone from a different culture." I told him I'd traveled alot and lived in Mexico. He said, "did you date anyone." It took a little dodging to get away from that question. I led him to believe that me and my potential were doing quite well and might be getting more serious. He hinted that we should play basketball at a local park. I mentioned that I was moving. He took that to mean that I was moving away, which was fine with me. I am in fact just moving to a different apartment. Soon after that he conceded defeat and decided to leave.
This whole thing was quite amusing so maybe I do not regret being honest after all. But someday I will learn when a stranger asks me "Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend?" the answer will be "Yes I do. My boyfriends name is... We are very happy together."