Join the Johnsons

It was a freezing cold New Years Eve when we met wearing only togas. A toga themed party held by a mutual friend is where the sparks flew... or maybe it was the alcohol. After hours of beer pong, horrible music, and a lot of food, the night was drawing to a close. Like a true salesman Grant knew he had such little time and this is where he began to make his sale. Little did I know Grant was able to talk, and talk, and talk the night away. I was wondering if it were nerves or who he truly was... Luckily it was nerves. We ended things there only to pick a few months later in April. That is when we truly hit it off and began talking on a regular basis, he actually let me get in a few words this time. He swooned me with his amazing dance moves and goofy sense of humor. I was SOLD. This man was slowly gaining my heart from that moment on.