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My Greenie’s Hot Sister

Rusty - February 14, 2006

In the spirit of stories of how-I-met-my-wife, here’s mine:

My greenie’s name was Elder Plummer. The day I got him he showed me the maps he made of the MTC tunnels… I immediately knew he was going to be a cool companion. In our short month together I’m sure he told me that he had a little sister, (and he likely didn’t tell me she was hot) but I had long forgotten by the time he got home from his mission.

September 11th, 1999, Shane (Elder Plummer) came down from Rexburg to hang out for the first time since our mission and that’s when I met his hot sister. The hot sister who had just sent her boyfriend of two years on a mission. The hot sister that was currently dating his roommate. The hot sister that he never mentioned on those long walks back to the house in Guatemala. Yes, that hot sister.

The next weekend I found an excuse to go up to Rexburg and hang out with Shane (Sara). “Oh, Shane, you have to do homework? I guess I’ll just go see what your sister is doing then.” I didn’t mind that she was dating (er… making out with) Shane’s roommate Steve. I mean, if she’s willing to kiss him she’ll definitely kiss me!

Funny thing is that Shane had two rules for her at Ricks: Don’t date my roommate Steve and don’t date my friend Rusty. Naturally she broke the first rule within a couple weeks and once she met me there was nothing she could do but want to break the second one.

Within a couple weeks we went to the Big A** show in Salt Lake and a lot of serious flirting was happening (not much good music though). That night we had a good make-out session in my hammock. Really good. At least until Shane walked up on us. Not so good after that.

Shane was fuming. He wouldn’t talk to me the rest of the night and not the next day. The whole “worlds colliding” thing. But a lot more making out happened over the next few months. Then a proposal. Then the temple.

I guess Shane’s cool with it now because he’s my brother-in-law. He married my best friend from high school (a girl I actually dated for a while) and we all have bunches of fun when we get together for vacation (to Guat) or family gatherings (at their hometown or ours).

Moral of the story: Check out pictures of your mission companion’s sisters and make-out with them if you can (the sisters, not the companions).

( Am I supposed to say “happy V-day!” to my wife here? We both hate Valentine’s Day and she is not likely to read this anyway…)


  1. I’m enjoying all these romantic fun stories about how people met and got married. Well, at least the two I’ve read in the past hour (yours and Kaimi’s). Thanks for sharing.

    Comment by danithew — February 14, 2006 @ 11:54 pm

  2. Best story moral I have ever read.

    Comment by Kim Siever — February 15, 2006 @ 1:12 am

  3. Fantasizing about their companions’ sisters seems to be a common mission experience. I tried to avoid showing pictures of my sisters to elders for precisely that reason.

    My MTC companion, for heaven-knows-what reason, had a picture of his sister in a bikini. There were like five guys from the district writing to her.

    Comment by NFlanders — February 15, 2006 @ 3:37 am

  4. MTC tunnels?

    A prettier outcome than Henry Sutpen killing Charles Bon in Absalom, Absalom. What was it that Faulkner wrote about Henry introducing Charles to Judith? That lining up your sister with your best friend is the performance of a couple of abominations by proxy?

    Comment by John Mansfield — February 15, 2006 @ 8:10 am

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