Princess MoMo

Click here for the initial online dating site exchange with Mr. Lambo.
Click here for Part I of Mr. Lambo’s rendition of the date.
Click here for Part I of MoMo’s rendition of the date.

Background: Mr. Lambo submitted his second half write-up of his 12/18/11 date with me.  To his credit, he typed it on his iPhone! At least we know he’s good with his fingers.  (On a touch screen, sickos!! Get your minds out of the gutter.)

Look, I’m not a fool. I know the date wasn’t going like planned. I had high hopes of trying to make the date unique and everything I did to this point was a failure. I’m not afraid to admit it, but she was still within 2 feet of me so I stayed positive. That’s when it hit me to just be me. To my surprise, Princess didn’t seem to hold my previous mistakes that day against me. Again, we sat and talked about a variety of things to include our pasts, our pets, music, her blog and facebook “likes.” She was acting as though everything was going fine. Not once did she make a rude comment or a complaint to this point about anything.

The waitress came by with menus and we began to look at our meal options. I made a few appetizer suggestions that she almost instantaneously rejected. So of course I then asked what she wanted. Without hesitation she said Buffalo Calamari. Out of all things to choose, she picks the one thing I’m most hesitant about, seafood. I never had a problem eating shrimp, lobster, calamari or anything else out of the water until one day in Japan. I was out with some of my native friends scuba diving off the coast of Maeda Point, and Shino (my friend’s wife) met us at the docking point with what appeared to be sushi rolls. After 1-2 hours of snorkeling and diving, getting in and out of the boat, I was exhausted, hungry and thirsty. I grabbed a can of Aquarius to hydrate and started munching on the snacks. Within minutes I became itchy and had what appeared to be an allergic reaction to the food. Now I don’t know what it was that did it to me, but I now associate seafood with this reaction. I told her about this experience with little detail and then placed the order for the Buffalo Calamari. Princess said to forget about getting it, but worst case scenario I get sick again, whatever. I ordered some mozzarella sticks along with it.

When the food came out I grabbed a piece of that possibly date ending appetizer, cut it to pieces and began to eat it. One piece was enough. After years of not eating the water-dwelling creature, its taste was no longer appeasing to me. We proceeded to order our meals. Princess methodically went through the entire menu; however, she kept going back to the salads. She mentioned once before that she can put some food away. She never went into detail and it was during a brief conversation, but when she began talking about getting a salad it through up a flag to me. Was she getting the salad because it’s quick and the date’s about to end? I mentioned some other options and highly encouraged her to get something else instead of just a salad. In the end we both won because the meals came with salads.

While waiting for our meals, we continued to converse. I showed her our company website and some other t-shirt designs that were created and/or in the works. She knew about the female clothing line already because after leaving AutoZone I handed her a small bag that contained a white “boy beater” style shirt with hot pink lettering. It was almost an hour into our date by this moment; however, it was honestly the first time during the date that I noticed her beauty. Her piercing blue eyes (contacts of course) were gazing directly at me and for the next hour nothing else mattered. Her hair sat perfect and her smile never wavered. Every 10-15 minutes, her hair tie would slowly make its way down and she would re-adjust it. Princess does little things like this that are so adorable.

[Editor’s Note: The perfect quality of my hair is attributable to, in addition to genetics, the Coppola Stealth II flat iron that I recently purchased.   It is awesome!! Ceramic plates are a thing of the past.  Titanium is the way to go.] 

As the day went on I started noticing more little things. For example, the way she sits during different conversation topics, the way she laughs and lifts her head back and slightly to the right and the way she walks when going to the restroom compared to returning from it. Princess knows people look at her and it doesn’t bother her. She actually seems to enjoy the attention and she makes her presence known. The first time she got up to use the restroom she gathered herself then displayed a powerful yet sexy stride that attracted the eyes of several others in the area as well as mine. When she returned we continued to exchanged stories and time seemed to slow as we laughed and enjoyed each other’s company.

After the appetizers, the waitress brought out our salads. We picked apart our onion-free food, neither of us very impressed with its blandness. Halfway through the salad, one of the restaurant workers came by and started taking our plates and food with no regard to the fact that we weren’t finished. I tried to slow his process, but once his thumb touched the inner circle of the plate it was a lost cause. We both laughed a little in surprise. The meals came out and looked delicious. As I began to eat I noticed she was just picking at her food. At least she seemed to be enjoying the oversized lemon chunk that came with the fish entrée. She had already eaten the majority of the Buffalo Calamari and half her salad so maybe she really wasn’t as hungry as I thought. I continued to eat and we maintained a steady conversation. At the end of the meal we continued to enjoy the bottomless glasses of tap water with lemon and just sat there and chatted.

I wasn’t in a rush to leave because honestly I had no game plan for after this. I finally suggested leaving and requested that we continue our date by going to a local establishment to shoot pool or talk more. Again I had failed to do proper research and there really isn’t much to do out her way. With little hesitation, Princess suggested a local place where we could continue getting to know each other. Prior to driving to the next location, Princess texted a friend or two, inquiring about other locations. It was to no avail.

I decided to just come out and ask her what she normal does. It was then that I found out she likes to drink.alcohol.often. She made a clear point that she didn’t drink a lot in quantity, but she does enjoy an alcoholic beverage frequently. This normally wouldn’t surprise me. She is a college graduate, young, active, and seemingly social. So why did it shock me at first you might ask? Well it’s a simple answer. Princess and I previously spoke about the consumption of alcohol in our free time. I was lead to believe that she was more of a social drinker. One that enjoys a beer or two, maybe some Goose, on occasion. I was wrong. Princess likes her alcohol. She enjoys wine and Goose and yes even a tasty lager if the mood hits her.

I really still didn’t get the whole picture until we got to the next stop and it was a conversation topic. After a short drive (very short), we entered another establishment where we sat and continued our conversation from before. By this point in the date, the true gentleman inside me started coming out. I obviously paid for our lunch and even began to open doors for her which she seemed to like. I ordered her a draft lager and carried it to our seating area.

During this time I feel I began to really understand and get to know her. The conversation topics didn’t change much, but there weren’t any distractions. No food, no waitress, no random wondering employee sticking his hands on everything. It was just her and I, sitting there, intimately close. We both seemed comfortable, more laughing, more smiles, more touching; it was nice. Time passed by and things were getting better. Obviously I’m a guy and I needed to know where the limits were for the night so I pushed the envelope. Like I previously stated, I read her last date from NYC before we met. I was under the assumption that she liked physical contact especially since she allowed him to massage her. Granted the situation here was totally different. We didn’t know each other very long, we weren’t in a nice hotel in NYC, we definitely had bumps at the beginning of our date, but my intention wasn’t to get her in bed; as a guy, I needed to know if the “vibe” I was getting from her was of interest in me. I started with subtle touches to the shoulder and back, light grazes to the knee and thigh, and I attempted to caress her side. Up until that point the little contact didn’t faze her, heck she even seemed to cuddle up to my hand and arm when it was on the couch behind her. When my hand got to her side though, it was a different story. She immediately told me it was “too much touching.” So now I knew the line not to cross. It was as plain as day.

Despite her response to my wandering hand, she didn’t miss a beat in the conversation. I noticed her lager was now empty and suggested she get another since it was still early. At first she declined, but on my second offer later she accepted. There is one side note to this story. Princess has a vast vocabulary. She tends to use big words and I have to admit once I had to look one up on dictionary.com when she went to the restroom and another she explained to me. We continually checked our facebook fan page “likes.” She taught me little helpful business pointers which literally were an instance success. Our discussions always seemed to come back to her blog, mostly because it’s her passion and since it was directly about her life, I wanted to know more.

[Editor’s Note: Or, mostly because my blog is fucking awesome!!]

She walked me through her dating past, always keeping names anonymous. I knew our date was going to be posted sometime so I appreciated the fact that she didn’t use real names. Shortly after we began talking about alcohol consumption, I had to use the restroom again myself. After standing and walking away, I made a comment to her while I passed the entrance door “That’s it, I’m out…” My exact wording was different, but you get the point. Anyway, one of the words that rolled off my tongue seemed to catch the attention of some nearby patrons also enjoying some alcoholic beverages. On my way back from the facilities, I caught an evil eye from some of the newly 21 crowd. Regardless their thoughts, we both found the situation at the time amusing. Once I saw her first yawn break I knew it was time to call it a night. To the surprise of us both, it was almost 11pm. What started off as a rocky beginning, and I mean it wasn’t good on my part, ended up being an enjoyable night. The entire date lasted over 8 hours and neither of us ran out of things to say. We exited the building and chatted more in the car as we waited for it to warm.