Rob was up in the big smoke last night catching up with his Dad when he sent me through a snap as he walked to the gallery he was headed. This was the place where we met the very first time. I first time I ever saw him walking, existing, laughing. The VERY first time. I have written about how we met before, we were set up by a mutual friend on a casual brunch situation. He made a joke about the ham and cheese sambo and BOOM! That was it.
I remember seeing him walk down the street towards us and I took in everything in a quick, calculated way. The way his t shirt was frayed, the cargo pants with spilling contents, the long, curly hair wet from the shower, the Chuck Taylor’s on his feet. I remember every single bit. We sat at the front there, my friend in the middle while we talked over the top of her.
The way we still talk over others to make each other laugh.
Man those first few months of being with someone that you love! They are something else aren’t they? All that SEX. Those pashes on street corners, at lights, at the table at the restaurant because you just couldn’t imagine NOT kissing them. Rob had a beautiful art deco apartment he lived in Woollahra and our days (in between work) were spent together. We went out to art galleries, saw movies, watched the Office in bed, drank champagne, read books, made up songs about our breakfast (to the tune of your song by Elton John): ‘It’s made with bacon, it’s made with bacon, cheese and tom-a-to, cooked under the griller, setting on low….” such wonderful, precious memories.
I love that that cafe is still there, going strong almost 11 years later (sometime around September 2003 it was I think?). We went there for a strawberry milkshake the day before we had Daisy and our lives changed forever. When it became not about him and I anymore, but US. What a thing! What a bloody privilege.
I love that man internet, him and his frayed t shirt and overflowing cargo pant pockets making a stupid joke about a ham and cheese sambo.
Tell me about the very first time you saw your love. THE FIRST TIME.
Do you remember what they were wearing?
What joke they made?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to listen to Roberta Flack.