I can't claim I fell in love at first sight, because such a sentiment might be bullshit, but the first time I set my eyes on Noah Oberg, I definitely felt something I'd never felt before. I know, total cliche. Shut up. All I know is, as he was walking away from my desk after learning I was going to be the processor on his new project (I promise this will get interesting), we locked eyes, and I was hooked.
Unfortunately, I never caught a glimpse of his left hand. One of the triggers of my quarter life crisis (John Mayer nailed it shut with that lyric) was knowing I'd have to check if a cute guy was married before I pathetically threw myself at him, and yet I forgot. So instead of just being all cool and casual, hoping he'd stop over and I could subtly check out the wife situation...I work stalked him. Not only that, I made my cubicle mate Melanie do the same. I mean, why bother asking around if he was single when I could parade by him in a skirt on one of a dozen trips to the bathroom in a day? Cher Horowitz and her pen dropping style of flirting got nothing on me!
Eventually I worked up the nerve to kind of ask Noah out (over work email, sadly), and a night at Williams in Uptown on my birthday lead to not only our first kiss, but (finally getting to the food part here) our first date at the now closed Tiburon. I've been sad about the demise of a few restaurants in my day, but I'll always be a little upset that I can't ever go back to the place of the best first date ever.
It's not so much that we miss the food. We both got lamb chops and sweet potatoes, and they were certainly delightful, but obviously anyone who has been reading this blog (mad props to all four of you) knows Noah can pretty much do anything, especially make a lamb chop. It's more the memory of the place. It was remembering me having a smoke at the bar(!) (best habit I ever kicked) and Noah pointing out that the neon lights changed color, which became our first inside joke. It was going there for our first anniversary. It was watching the sharks in the fish tank, wondering if this was It (capitalization intentional).
It was It. I love you, darling, and I always have.