Welcome

We first met when Brian came looking for my roommate freshman year, but instead I opened the door. I politely told this stranger, my roommate wasn't there and I would tell her he had stopped by. But Brian proceeded to walk in. After talking about who knows what for who knows how long, Brian left. No number, no contact. We went about our first year at WPI randomly running into each other when Brian came to the third floor to visit friends. Fast forward a year, we had our first date at a local hibachi place where we both remember laughing in Brian's grandma-mobile when it started to rain and the wiper flew off. I said, "No worries, I get it, I store duct tape in the Saab." The rest is history.