Brad and Sarah met at the MIT Rugby Club's spring season banquet on June 2nd 2012. The connection was tenuous at best; Sarah's brother Alex's friend from Wheeler High School, Erica Krueter was engaged to John Schecter, who also played for MIT's rugby team. Knowing that John would be otherwise engaged for most of the night at the banquet, Erica invited Sarah along to keep her company while her future husband engaged in the sort of things that rugby men do. Sarah had just come off her last rotation of her third year of medical school, so was tired and thinking of bailing on Erica that night. Several friends have claimed credit for convincing Sarah to muster the energy to join Erica at the banquet that night, but Katie Halloran says it the loudest and most convincingly.
Fast forward a few hours and Brad was giving Sarah a ride home. Not seeing the forest for the trees he was being his typically irreverant self, going off on a tirade about the futility and imposition of most charity walks. Somewhere along Comm Ave in the Back Bay, something struck him: she was giving it right back to him. What's more, this girl had quite the wit about her, and seemed smart to boot. Realizing that there was something there, he asked for her number. Sarah replied with a laugh and changed the subject. Somewhere around the corner of Arlington and Boylston, he asked again, only to be turned aside once more. They continued to banter back and forth, down Boylston, onto Charless and through Beacon Hill. Finally on West Cedar St she announced, "It's right here, the green door on the left." As he pulled over at this final destination, Brad realized he had one more shot at this phone number he had decieded a few minutes ago that he must have. As she climbed down out of the Jeep, he reached over and grabbed her arm, saying "Wait, I never got your number." Now Sarah was in a bit of a position, there was no laughing it off now. So she conceded and rattled off those digits. Its still unclear if she intended to give the right ones or not.
Brad and Sarah texted back and fouth a few times trying to arrange a time to meet again. Suddenly Brad was hearing terms that would eventually become a part of normal conversation, "over night", "post-call" etc. After a couple false starts they agreed to meet at Eastern Standard for dinner. They picked up right where they left off with the witty banter and have continued ever since.