I'm officially out of the club.

Well.

Here I am.

Home from my date.

We met up for dinner in Orem.

(I was too little nervous for him to pick me up. You know, in case he was weird.)

Then we ate a little, and talked some.

When we finished our dinner, we talked for another hour or so.

It was still early so he decided we go see a movie.

I made it clearly obvious that my hand was free to be held.

And waited.

He cracked his knuckles.

Flexed his hand.

Cracked again.

Flexed again.

Then said something about me twirling my necklace and grabbed my hand.

Great movie.

Then we went for a little drive.

In his mustang. 

Nbd.

We talked and talked some more.

He's 1/2 Native American.

Sarcastic.

Hilarious.

Drives a motorcycle.

Lds. 

And has the craziest stories.

Like one about the time he tried to wrestle a alligator in Costa Rica.

What?

Then we went to Walmart and walked around and talked some more.

Then went and drove around a little more.

Then we just pulled up to where my car was parked and talked for a few more hours..

He is hilarious.

Then he said he wanted to go star gazing.

But I told him of the minor problem that we couldn't see any stars because of the clouds.

So he drew stars on the fogged window.

I started getting tired and noticed what time it was.

We talked for just a little bit longer. 

I told him I was a little nervous he was going to be weird.

He had the same fear.

According to him, I passed that test.

And I told him (jokingly) he got about a C.

And so he asked how he could raise his grade.

I said lots of extra credit.

Then he leaned over.

And raised his grade to an A.