Well, I'd certainly ask you out on a date. Except you're a minor. And somewhere that's not anywhere near Lubbock. And morgul would probably fly down here and kick my ass. At least I'd get to meet him before that, though, so that would be cool.
And look at it this way: it could be worse. Your suck-ass badminton partner could ask you out, then play air / racket fuitar all during the date in an attempt to serenade you. You can't tell whether it's Mary Had a Little Lamb or Highway to Hell, but whatever it is, it sucks.
I wish you were older and closer. Then I could ask you out on a date.
* contingencyplan contemplates hiding from morgul
Nah, I'll take it like a man: Sitting obliviously in front of my computer.