Our First Kiss

Who's been impatiently awaiting this story? No one? Well, that's alright. I'm going to tell it anyway.
Paul and I had gone shopping for groceries and, as usual, we weren't done enjoying each others' company when we were finished. We drove and drove and just talked and talked. There was a lot to talk about what with all the crazy drama in our apartments and just getting to know each other. Eventually we landed in the parking lot by the Provo River Trailhead . While we were talking Paul started playing Moon River on his ipod and then pulled me out of the car. It was freezing cold outside and it was very early morning (as in past midnight...we don't go grocery shopping at 6am) on St. Patrick's Day. I was slightly confused at first as to why he pulled me out of the toasty truck to stand in this cold while he blared Moon River out the window. Then he started dancing with me and then...can you guess? That's right. He kissed me! I was slightly nervous but really wanted him to kiss me so I'm glad he did.
Paul was nervous, too. He was shaking...or it could have just been that he was cold. I'm going to go ahead and say that he was nervous.