Moon Burns on a Mountain

I'm an avid follower of Mr. Boyer's several blogs, but I have yet to contribute to "our blog." I feel like the public deserves to know at least partially the other half of this relationship. So here I am with my attempt to verbalize a few of my thoughts. Perhaps I'll start with a story.
Basically, it started out as strictly a textual relationship. Kinky, right? Well, as you are all well aware, my sister-in-law set us up. I hate being set up even though I was a little intrigued about this crazy dancing boy I remember from her and Jon's wedding. To be quick with it, I started texting him to avoid suffering through a potentially disasterous night. I thought he was hilarious, and as far as I'm concerned, so did he. Meaning he thought I was hilarious. After texting nonstop for like 3 days he called me. My first impression was-"Wow, what a sexy voice." That's a lie. My first impression was really, "Wow, he talks funny." I later found out that he thought the same thing. Romantic, huh? So, we talked for like ever and we thought it would be hilarious to meet before our double with Jon and Amber so we would have all these inside jokes and they would be left extremely confused. He drove down to Provo and I was ridiculously nervous waiting for him to come. Mainly because I hadn't been on very many dates since I'd been home from being a missionary and I especially hadn't been on a blind date, so I was embarrassed and probably had really sweaty pits or something. I can't remember. Anyway, he showed up and my first impression was, "Oh hell, he's smokin'." Wrong. It was, "Huh, he's really short." You see, all the guys in my family are six feet or taller so this little 5 ft. whatever showing up at my door was a little humorous to me. However, I was really mature about the situation and I kept my mouth shut. Well, we had a glorious time, and we found out that we had lots in common: ie. music, spanish speaking mission to California, pasty opaque skin, democrat, just to name a few. We decided to boxear in the light of the full moon in a parking lot in the mountains because that was the only logical thing to do at the time. I found out that he's a lot tougher than me, which is a good thing. Then we went hiking, obviously, and we soon found a great place to lay down, look at the stars and talk about Full House (don't ask...or do ask if you want.) All the sudden, I look over at him and he says something 'hilarious and witty' as he goes in for it. All I can think is, "That dirty freak! This is the first date! Who does he think I am? Does he really think I'm going to...oh well, I haven't gotten any for like 18 months +, and he's a really cool boy." Pretty much it's all history from there. I'm a big Nick fan. Like way big. I love his guts and that's my story. the end.