Princess MoMo

Background: Mr. Lambo kindly agreed to write up his rendition of the events that transpired during our first date. This is Part I of his rendition. More parts are to come (I don’t know how many because he’s the one writing them). Of course, I will subsequently publish a post with the encounter from my point of view. Accordingly, I will keep the “editor’s notes” to a minimum.  (In case it isn’t obvious, I’m the editor.)

His Perspective:
I met Princess on a well known dating site that my friend introduced me to. After reading her profile I knew she was someone that I wanted to attempt to get to know. On her profile she asked some basic questions followed by a list detailing things that she considers disqualifying. I read the entire profile then went back and wrote my message. A short time later she responded with a simple question which I explained. We messaged each other back and forth for several days before exchanging numbers.

[Editor’s Note: Erroneous.  I responded to him a little more than two hours after he initially wrote to me.  Slightly more than three hours after that initial message, we had exchanged numbers and we spoke that night.]

Our first conversation was while I was at the gym. It lasted over an hour as we talked about basic things ranging from hobbies to employment. Needless to say, I didn’t get much of a workout that evening. At the end of the conversation I have to admit that I was intrigued. See, Princess can come off as cold and pushy, but for some reason I liked it. My whole life I was an alpha and never enjoyed the company of passive females. I’ve been told by many others that I’m somewhat “cold” as well.

The next evening we spoke again. This time I didn’t have anything going on and was actually driving back from somewhere. We talked about a wide variety of things, so no need to list them all. It didn’t seem as long of a conversation, probably due to the fact I wasn’t sitting out in the cold like before; however, it was actually twice as long if not longer. It was then that I knew Princess was something special. Good or bad, she was definitely special and I wanted a face to face. Our third conversation was brief. Princess seemed agitated by something, either work or me bugging her every evening. Knowing she can be cold, I didn’t want to pry too hard to figure out the issue. Before the conversation ended I suggested we meet the following week. She agreed and we chose a date that worked for the both of us. In my line of work, having a free night on Friday or Saturday is rare so I suggested Sunday lunch.

[Editor’s Note: We set the Sunday date during the first conversation, not the second.]

She liked the suggestion and stated that she already had a previous engagement on Friday evening so Sunday would be best. We stayed in contact over the next few days, speaking almost every evening, including on her way to NYC. The morning of our date I woke up early and had a few errands to run. I contacted a friend in AC who is a director at a casino and that’s where the problems started. My failed attempt to make a nice evening on the boardwalk was just the beginning. It became apparent that my friend forgot about our conversation just days before regarding my trip to AC and he never returned my call that day.

I decided to head out to Princess and just make it a day on the town. Not knowing the area was my second mistake. I did basic research about things in the area, however, nothing stuck out. On my way to pick her up I had a “run in” with some immature teens that ended with a bottle of soda getting tossed at my car, covering the hood with cola. I pulled over to try to remove the substance but I didn’t have any paper towels. At this point I was beyond frustrated. I sat in my car for a second to relax and decided to get online to check my messages. I pulled out the iPad and checked my emails and facebook messages. For some reason I got on her blog and read about her last date.

There I read her last date seemed almost perfect until the unveiling of the secret that he is married with a kid. Even after finding that out she still continued with the date lasting all night and the next morning. This gave me some comfort that she may stick it out even if it doesn’t go as planned. I called Princess to let her know about my incident and apologized for my tardiness. I verified her address and got back on the road. Her location is in a nice area which was not showing on my navigation unit; therefore I had to use my trusty communication device to do the navigating.

While en-route to her location, I was also looking for an automotive store to hopefully get some cleaning supplies and towels to remove the soda that had now become sticky on my hood. Unable to find a place and now apparently behind on meeting Princess, I called and asked her for a place we could stop after I picked her up. Once arriving at her location I no longer needed the navigation and the previous dozen calls I missed I was able to return. I first called Princess to let her know that I arrived outside. Immediately after hanging up the phone, one of my employees called about getting some paperwork completed by the next day. Hindsight being 20/20, I rudely finished my disagreement with the employee while Princess walked down her driveway and got in my car.

I didn’t take a second to greet her or open her door. Looking back, I don’t even think I looked at her. Irritated by the original plans getting foiled, teenagers covering my car hood in soda, and now an employee upset over minor paperwork, we headed to AutoZone where I pretty much ignored Princess the entire time except to ask for directions. Upon arriving at AutoZone, I didn’t open her door again or even wait for her to get out before I entered the building. I hastily walked around the store looking for a paint-friendly cleaning supply to assist in the removal of the sticky substance. After purchasing the soap that was suggested by the sales associate, I headed back outside, again not showing Princess any attention. I waited for her to get in the car (again I didn’t open her door). I asked her where we could go to eat. I didn’t see any restaurants on my way there that seemed appealing. Luckily for me her inner kindness prevailed and she had a great suggestion for lunch. She gave me precise directions to an Italian restaurant that I never heard of before. On the drive there I attempted to make small talk, but I was really thinking about how bad she was going to smash me in her blog. We arrived at the restaurant and entered the establishment which seemed to be quiet and slow on customers for the day and sat near the back which gave us some extra privacy. It was at this time that we began to finally converse. For the record, on the way into the restaurant was the first time I opened a door for her.

To be continued…