Ginny really was of the opinion that no one was ever going to come up with a better nickname than 'Won-Won', especially for Ron. Calypso's conclusion that she'd never called her significant others anything but curse words made Ginny laugh and raise her glass in a mock cheers at the fact. She could certainly relate to the sentiment if not the practise. Ginny didn't think she's ever really used nicknames at all, though the occasional 'love' or 'babe' probably had been thrown into the mix at some point. Ginny mostly doubted she'd been in relationships that deserved pet names.
The sympathy of lack of sex also made Ginny grin as she took a sip of her wine, giving a small shake of her head. "Maybe we need a proactive approach," Ginny suggested. "We could go to a Muggle bar?" She offered. That seemed both reasonable and also would guarantee that they weren't going to run into friends of their siblings. More so than that, going and getting laid with Muggles meant that it was going to be kept out of the wizarding tabloids, which probably was a good thing. Ginny never really cared (that was a lie, she did, but probably not in the direction she was meant to) about the tabloids writing about her. Still, sexual encounters were probably the sort of thing no one wanted dragged across the papers. Probably.
"I'm quite sure I have at least a few red dresses that might match," Ginny assured. "But that's not to say we can't go shopping," she added. Ginny had no great affection towards shopping, but she did like nice things, and having nice things usually implied going out and finding them. Whether, evidently, it was sex or dresses. "And then we can have a marvellous time," she added with a small smirk, having quickly learned that hanging out with Calypso was very unlikely to be a bad time.