I will tell you my story. It's a bit long but might be pertinent.
I met a man at a party while I was on holiday in another country, and had a one night stand with him. I was fairly intoxicated and stoned (this was a long time ago!) and I didn't particularly remember every detail of the evening, or the man. I did remember he was fun and very good in the sack, but not really exactly what he looked like.
Some months later he emailed me (got my address from the mutual friend at whose party we met) and we started an occasional correspondence. The chat became more sexual over time and we started to text each other as well.
He then sent me a couple of photos of himself, they were just awful, he looked really dreadful. Just ugly, by any standard. Absolutely not my type, I thought, I had better knock this on the head before we get to the stage of meeting again because I wouldn't be attracted to him. I must have seen him through the proverbial "beer goggles" to have slept with him before.
So I faded him out and the communication gradually stopped.
Several months later I happened to be back in his country. I was stood up for a dinner by a friend one night as her babysitter was ill, and I was alone in a fancy hotel with nothing to do and a full minibar. A couple of gins later I phoned him, I can't even remember now exactly what I was thinking. He arrived at my hotel thirty minutes later. He was great, including being very attractive and sexy. We had a good night together and I flew back home to London the following day.
A few weeks later he turned up in London! He asked to stay the night, and then never left. We got married about three months later.
We have been married for over twenty years now. (His kids moved to London and we brought them up there. We also had a baby together). He still cannot take a decent photo of himself or anyone else.