How We Met

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You can learn a lot about a couple by hearing how they met. Here is each of our versions of how we met so you can learn more about us!

Marissa’s Version:

It was February 5th, 2014. I was in cosmetology school and it was the first week of the month. I decided to be extra productive and just focus on school work that day. When I checked with the front desk they confirmed that there was no one on the books. It was perfect. 

About halfway through the day, a classmate brought me a ticket for a client that had just walked in. Apparently they had already booked out all of the other students with services and I was the only one left without one. It was for a male haircut, and I had to take him.

I walked into the hallway, and saw him sitting in the waiting room at the front of the building. I’m usually a really happy person, but on this particular day, I didn’t want to take any clients so I was a little upset. Why did he have to come in today? When I walked up to the front and shook his hand, I realized he was really cute! I thought this might not be so bad after all. 

We walked back to my station and started on the haircut. We had a great conversation but we weren’t really flirting. However, I thought he was nice and really cute. He told me that his best friends’s wife had told him to find a girl, ask her on a date, and then they could go on a double date and she would make friends with the girl he brought. I told him to go for it, but I didn’t think he was referring to me as the girl he might ask.

By the end of the haircut, he looked good! His hair was pretty shaggy before, so of course, I took a before and after picture of his haircut. I showed him the picture, and he thought it looked so good that he just had to have the picture on his phone too. I ended up getting his number so I could send him the picture (sneaky guy).

As I walked him to the front door and he stopped and said, “Hey. Do you remember that friend I was telling you about? She wants me to ask a girl on a date so she can make friends? Well, do you want to go on a date with me.. So she can have a friend?” How could I say no to that? I was super psyched for our date the coming week. I’m so glad he came in that day for a haircut. 

Matt’s Version:

I didn’t date too much growing up. There weren’t a lot of girls that I was interested in my Kansas high school, and any girl I met at church activities seemed to live at least an hour away. I knew dating was important, but neglected to put the work in. However, when I was seventeen I came to Utah to visit a sister that was attending BYU and she took me to Paul Mitchell to get my haircut.

As I was there I thought to myself, when I get back from my two year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I should come here to find a girl to date. I’ll get my haircut, talk to the stylist and then decide if I should ask her out. I knew it was a pretty bold move, but with it being at least four years away, I figured I had plenty of time to build up my courage.  

This was my untold plan throughout the rest of high school, freshman year of college, and my entire mission in California. When I returned to BYU, I went on a few dates with girls that I already knew, but not enough to satisfy the cravings that my three older sisters had for me to get a girlfriend.

One night in January, my sister and her husband had a conversation with me that lasted nearly two hours. In the length of the conversation they told me that I needed to be dating any girl that I could get to talk to me, in order that I could figure out what type of girl I wanted to marry. I thought that I already had a pretty good picture in my head of what interests and characteristics that girl needed. I told them of my plan to go to Paul Mitchell, and they laughed, thinking that it was just my tendency to over-exaggerate the easiness of tasks. I humored their advice, but still planned on trying out Paul Mitchell before I put myself out there with random girls on campus.

Following a month of building up enough courage to get my haircut, my hair had grown exceptionally long for my liking. I figured it was now or never and walked confidently in to Paul Mitchell. I asked for a haircut and they told me to take a seat while they got a stylist who could take me. A few moments later a girl came walking out from the back. She was stunning… small, petite, sporty, brown hair, slightly tanned skin (even in the winter), and the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They sparkled. I knew that if our conversation went well, she could make my plan come to fruition. 

She shook my hand and led me back to the chair. I tried to be as charming as possible, and flirt with her with all the experience that I had gained from my life’s four previous dates. The conversation went great and we had the same interests in movies, the outdoors, and adventure in general. She asked if she could take some before and after photos for her school portfolio, and at that moment I knew that I had a chance. The haircut lasted no shorter than two hours, and it was basically like a first date. We were laughing and becoming friends right off the bat.

As the haircut neared its end, I knew it was game time. There was no way that I was waiting another month or two until I could have a reason to come back in and see her, so I made up a reason that she should go on a date with me. As she took me to the counter to pay, I mumbled under my breath that she should write her number on the receipt. She didn’t hear me… It was disappointing.

In a seemingly futile attempt, I asked her to send me the before/after pictures so that I could at least get her number from that. She agreed, pretending that she didn’t know my true intentions. Now it came time to actually ask her out. Using my friend’s wife as the excuse, I made my attempt in the closing seconds of my time with her, as she opened the door to let me out to my car. I fumbled through a lame invitation to a double date, and when she said yes, I told her I would call her the next day after she texted me the before/after picture. Within minutes, I received the above collage, with the caption “You look soo good!! :)” I knew my plan had worked, and the rest is history.

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