Princess MoMo

On Jan. 6, 2012, I texted Mr. Lambo asking if he was opposed to us dating other people. He was taken aback. What prompted my inquiry was that I had conversed (once) with a potentially new specimen, Mr. Detective. A few days later, Mr. Detective texted, suggesting that we go shooting. Intrigued by the idea of playing with guns, I agreed to the date. Shortly thereafter, the Jiminy Cricket within me began chirping. While Lambo and I had not agreed to exclusivity, I was fairly certain that his expectation was that neither one of us was seeing other people. Whether or not I owed it to him, I felt compelled to run the dating other people idea by him before actually going through with the Mr. Detective date. Before I could get a straight answer from Lambo regarding his approval, or lack thereof,  I canceled with Mr. Detective because it was obvious that Mr. Lambo was at least mildly hurt. Despite the cancellation, Mr. Lambo refused to hang out with me that night because he felt he was second choice. I explained to Lambo that it was the activity (shooting), not the person, that had appealed to me. Lambo expressed that for the first time he felt that he wasn’t good enough for me.

I began giving serious thought to whether I could see myself in a long term relationship with Mr. Lambo. Sadly, I’m not a spring chicken anymore. Although, like a fine wine, I seem to get better with age so far. I was conflicted. I love the way he looks at me. Midway through date two, I observed the smitten look in his eyes as he gazed in my direction. The look is hard to describe, but it is unmistakable. He is sweet to me, even when I am in a bitter mood. He is patient, even when I was agitated. He is kind, even when I am disobliging. Moreover, he is very supportive. The most tangible example of his support was his contribution to this blog.

On the flip side, I could not picture our lifestyles meshing. All of this came to a head on Jan. 8. We were sitting around at yet another chain restaurant (Denny’s). He mentioned a friend of his and said that the friend had just finished serving a 13 year prison sentence for manslaughter. I was horrified. My tongue doesn’t like to be bitten, so I rarely bite it. This situation was no exception. He’s a calm guy, but it was evident that he did not appreciate my judgment. He said something to the effect of, “We’re two totally different people.” We got up and left.

The car ride was tense. I thought it was the end. He reached over in an effort to put his hand on my knee. I said, “Don’t touch me.” When it was time for me to exit the car (which was a Dodge Stratus because the Eclipse roof top had an issue), he said, “See ya.” His cold farewell was unsettling, but I had nothing more to say. I stepped out of the car and roughly closed the door behind me.

The way we parted did not sit well with me. I wrote him a goodbye email:

While we haven’t known each other for very long, we did talk a lot. The “bye” was very abrupt today. I just wanted to say that I enjoyed getting to you know you and I sincerely wish you the best. You are a sweet guy who has a lot to offer. Also, good luck with your event next week. Thank you for everything and goodbye.

Shortly thereafter, he facebook messaged me, “Please, I don’t want it to end like this.”  We ended up smoothing things out on the phone.

But, the smoothness didn’t last long.  That Wednesday night, he called and started telling me about another of his acquaintances with some fucked up circumstances.  I interrupted mid-story and in my standard politically correct way asked, “Is everyone you associate with white trash?”  He was shocked.  He tried to convince me that my view was skewed because of the people with whom I associate and that his people are “normal.”  I wasn’t buying it.  I told him that though I liked him and thought he was a great guy, a relationship between us was likely not feasible based on his choice of associates.   The fact is that people judge others by the company they keep and we are influenced by the people with whom we surround ourselves.

Before we had hung up the phone, he texted me, “I <3 you,” knowing that I wouldn’t see it until I was off of the phone with him.   Mr. Lambo is an excellent emotional manipulator.  Note, manipulator has a negative connotation, but I don’t necessarily mean it negatively here.  I have a weakness for “less than 3’s”/hearts/<3.  However, I’m slowly becoming desensitized.  He knew of my weakness and dropped a less than 3 on me in an effort to pull on my short, thin, yet existing emotional strings.  It worked.  I called him in the morning and we bullshit talked for a little bit.  Later that day, he sent me a write up of “the end” between us for the blog.  Again, in that “the end” writing of his, he appealed to my illogical emotions.  I hate those damn emotions and their interference with my rational thought processes.  Damn it.

So, ultimately, we ended up continuing our interactions.

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Related Posts:

Click here for the initial online dating site exchange with Mr. Lambo.
Click here for Part I of Mr. Lambo’s rendition of the facts of the first date.
Click here for Part II of Mr. Lambo’s rendition of the facts of the first date.
Click here for Part III of Mr. Lambo’s rendition of the facts of the first date.
Click here for Part I of Princess MoMo’s rendition of the facts of the first date.
Click here for Part II of Princess MoMo’s rendition of the facts of the first date.
Click here for Mr. Lambo’s rendition of the facts of the second date.
Click here for Princess MoMo’s rendition of the facts of the second date.
Click here for Part I of Mr. Lambo’s rendition of the facts of the third date.
Click here for  Part I of Princess MoMo’s rendition of the facts of the third date.
Click here for Part II of Mr. Lambo’s rendition of the facts of the third date.
Click here for  Part II of Princess MoMo’s rendition of the facts of the third date.
Click here for a picture of Mr. Lambo’s Lambo.

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