If First Sight doesn’t work, give Second Sight a Chance? Fri, Feb 21, 2020

The unofficial story of how I met my husband, (which I don’t usually tell people), is: Technically I met him while serving as a missionary in Grand Junction, Colorado (his home town). Some people I knew were excited because “the Stagg twins” were coming home from their missions in South America, and I didn’t think anything of it. Then, in the hallway at church on Sunday, Grant and his twin brother James said “hi” to my companion and I. Afterwards, my companion turned to me and said “if I have to go a whole 18 months without dating and the boys look like that, it’s gonna be a long ride.” I laughed and agreed that they were attractive, but off limits. Fast forward a year, after I came home from serving a mission, I met Grant at a Labor Day BBQ. I didn’t recognize him, but, when he said he was from Grand Junction, and he had a twin brother, I put two and two together. I didn’t tell him I remembered meeting him before until we had been dating for a while, and he pretty much doesn’t remember meeting me, but hey, it worked out anyways. :)