A Date with a Ginger.

In my attempt to forget my feelings for Library Boy, I have accepted the offers from multiple (hopefully) trusted individuals to set me up on some dates. I must recount the most recent of these experiences to you, my dear readers.
Two weeks ago, my uncle asked my permission to give my number to a boy who he referred to as "a more attractive Ron Weasley." Now you see, I have a very soft spot in my heart for one Ronald Weasley (and most other gingers), and I knew that my uncle was playing with my emotions to try to convince me to accept this date. He won; I acquiesced.
This "more attractive Ron Weasley" called me that very week and we arranged the date. He was charmingly goofy while we talked on the phone and it wasn't a short make-the-plans-and-hang-up call, we chatted for 5-10 minutes and he was pleasant. Perhaps this could be a very fun date.
A few days prior to the day, we had a texting conversation to finalize our plans. After telling me what we were doing and my affermative response, he sent me the following text:
"ok, good! Well get the wrinkles out of that prom dress cause we are gonna rock p-town"
followed by "oh and I guess I need your address... for the limo"
Really? I'll give him points for originality, but what if I was one who took everything literally and then he showed up at my door to me wearing a big, pouffy prom dress? I was incredibly tempted to do so, just to put him in an awkward situation. Needless to say, I was not sure what to expect from this interesting human being.

The day came. He picked me up. He had flaming red hair.
It was a good blind date. There were no moments of super awkward silence, though he did occasionally ask some questions in an awkward, hesitant way. But it was fine. We went to dinner and then played some mini-golf and arcaded it up. He found out about my fantasy nerdiness within the first 2 minutes of the date and he completely accepted it. That was a good sign.
This boy was the most sarcastic person I've met in my entire life. And let me tell you, I've met some pretty sarcastic people. At least 3/4 of his statements during the entire night had to be followed up with "just kidding." I've never heard the phrase used more in one night. Now, I'm a pretty sarcastic person and I think sarcasm is hilarious, but there were times when it was a bit much. During a few moments of the date, I just wanted to talk to him, not have to be on my toes about what witty remark he was going to make next. Don't be confused, I felt pretty comfortable around him, I just wasn't ever sure exactly what he was actually thinking because he was always just joking.
All in all, it was a good date, something you can't always say for blind dates. I was able to talk to him pretty easily, we had fun, I got to play enough skee-ball to tide me over. But I don't think anything will come of it. I'm just thrilled he didn't end up being a weirdo.
Also, not nearly as attractive as Ron Weasley.

Peace. The Friendly Kisser.