No, not really. I think it would be different if Obama and I had lunch and actually had a conversation or something, but that wasn’t the case. My most extensive meeting with him was in March 2007 — just a month after he announced that he was running for President and nearly two years before he was sworn in — and the extent of our interaction was a handshake, a few words of greeting back-and-forth, and a hug. Then I was part of a group picture with him.
The other times that I met him were later in the campaign, but they were just quick handshakes with him saying “Thank you” and me saying “Thank you, Senator.” It wasn’t anything substantive and now it feels like a lifetime ago that all that happened, but it doesn’t feel weird.
That’s not to say that I’m don’t cherish the memory. It will probably be cool to someday tell the grandchildren that I’ll likely never have that way back on St. Patrick’s Day in 2007 a man who later became President of the United States and I shared a hug after I helped with one of the first major rallies of his campaign.