Well, I followed the great advice to wait & not call the boy, & he called. We went out yesterday, & it was pretty horrible. I shouldn't feel relieved, but I do. That was a close one. I kept thinking about how Lynette commented to watch out for flags, & this boy was a veritable color guard.
I did find out that I'm an excellent fisherwoman. In fact, I caught so many fish that I was severely reprimanded by other people for not being more demure & letting the boy catch more fish. It's not my fault if the boy can't fish. I felt very much like a Gilmore Girl when they were trying to get Lorelai ready for her fishing date & would've brought the poor trout home to live in the bathtub if possible.
I was so wicked awesome that the boy asked me to date his friend. I said something to the effect of "I just don't want to", & left. (It's Utah, people date weird. I don't understand it either). So for everyone who left such wicked awesome comments before, thanks, I bought the book that was recommended, & the comment section on the previous post is a pretty impressive dating compendium.