I may or may not have a thing for gingers*. The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. I don't know when this condition started, but I find myself gravitating to the freckly, paler gentlemen. Maybe this is my subconscious trying to relive my college days when I dated a very handsome ginger (for 5 years, mind you).
Upon my return to match, I possibly did a search for men with "auburn/red" hair. Believe it or not, several single gingers do exist! I reached out to one and after some obligatory back and forth email, we decided to meet up.
I suggested lunchtime sushi to see if he was a diverse eater (he's from Kentucky so there was a question) and he happily agreed. On our walk there, I mentioned a Michelan-starred sushi restaurant in his neighbor to which he replied, "what does that mean." Ok, Mr.Kentucky wasn't so much of a foodie as he simply liked to eat; I tried not to let this affect my judgment for the rest of the date (I can be a bit of a food snob). We continued walking and the conversation was easy flowing. He talked a lot, refreshing, and even made some jokes so I rested easy knowing that lunch would be bearable.
He chose not to get the lunch special (absurd since a bento box is the best) and we continued to make small talk. I found out he was an attorney, but stuck to my rules of not asking too many work questions. Work questions are a last resort boring topic when you can't find anything else to talk about. I also had limited knowledge of him going into the date so I had plenty to ask him back. He, on the other hand, outdid any man I've ever dated in the question department. He even outdid my bestie who can acquire a SSN within 5 minutes of meeting you!
I got to talk about myself for most of the time though found it difficult to extract any information from him in return. How did you meet your friends? "Oh, you know, the usual ways."
I did, however, enjoy the date. When we left the restaurant, I wasn't opposed to a second date and he asked me out for the coming week.
Come day before date, I texted confirming our plans. He replied, "sorry, I can't tomorrow" and neglected to suggest an alternate date. Hmm...odd. I left it alone. I did not hear from again.
Damn you, Ron Weasley!
*is "ginger" politically correct? or do they prefer a different classification?
***update: have heard from several red-headed friends and they are ok with the term "ginger"***
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