Princess MoMo

Background: Ever prolific Mr. Lambo is at it again.  Below is his narrative leading up to and including our second date.  The pink Editor’s Notes are courtesy of yours truly.  

Over the next few days we kept in contact. It became the norm for Princess to call me every morning on her way to work during her nearly one hour commute. I tend to be up early most morning in an attempt to beat the elderly crowd rush to the pool at the local gym. Most evenings Princess also calls on her way home from work even if it was just to say hi. Despite our differences, we seem to click. She understands me and I her.

[Editor’s Note:  In the general scheme of things, I’d probably be classified as a hyper-communicator, meaning I communicate very frequently.   But, even for a hyper-communicator, the communications with Mr. Lambo were getting to be excessive.  It got to the point in which there were extended periods of silence during our phone calls.  I do not need to be on the phone with someone in order to know that he has a pulse.  He followed up every call with a message, generally on facebook, stating that he enjoyed the conversation.  He even did this when I was a raging bitch during our conversations.  He messaged me after I went to bed and again before I woke up in the morning.  It was too much.  My annoyance levels rose.  I became very snappy every time we spoke.  He noticed.  But, he still sent me nice messages after each conversation.  His positive reinforcement of my shitty attitude did not bode well for him.]

The days passed by slowly in anticipation of our next evening together. Wednesday night we spoke on the phone like usual. Princess seemed to be irritable.  [Editor’s Note: Princess was extremely irritable.]  She apologized for the attitude that even she knew was apparent. We confirmed the plans that we previously set and got off the phone. I woke early Thursday morning to take my friend to the airport. Around 5:15am I texted MoMo to say hi.  [Editor’s Note: See what I mean about the excessive communication?]  I headed to one of my favorite diners for breakfast and when I arrived in the parking lot she called. Again we spoke for awhile and we both seemed eager to see each other that evening.

The plan was to meet at a coffee house in her area. That afternoon I left to go meet Princess. While I was driving I remembered the mood she was in the night prior. I decided to stop along the way and pick up something I knew she would love…Goose. I sent her a text stating I was on my way and I may be a little behind. My goal was to arrive early since our first date I was late, but again, Princess beat me to the location. She changed the meeting from the coffee shop to a nearby bar. It seemed she had another long day and wanted to relax and enjoy a few alcoholic beverages.  [Editor’s Note: Otherwise, I may have killed the guy.]

I arrived several minutes after she did and called her after I parked.  I parked my car and got out, walked around the front to the passenger side. I then noticed MoMo’s vehicle only a spot away. I never seen her car before, however, by this time I know it’s hers, it was obvious. [Editor’s Note: Not surprisingly, the MoMo-mobile is decked out in zebra-print.] I called Princess once more, hoping she was still outside. I stood there in the parking lot holding this wrapped gift next to her car. She stated she was already inside at the bar so to just come in. I placed the gift back in my car, grabbed my things and walked in to meet her. When I entered she had already ordered her first drink, but it had not yet arrived.  [Editor’s Note: Erroneous.  I had not yet ordered my first drink.  All I had done is ask the bartender what was the highest percent alcohol by volume beer he had available.  I then asked for a drink menu.  Mr. Lambo entered as I was scrutinizing said menu.  Ultimately, I asked for a chocolate martini, which was not a menu option.]  

I leaned in for a hug, which she looked off and continued to surf the internet on her device.  [Editor’s Note: I’m not a fan of greeting-touching.]  I placed my things down and shrugged the blown attempt to make a warm greeting off. I assumed maybe it was too early for another hug or she was still in a “mood.” [Editor’s Note: My first drink had yet to be ordered; of course I was still in a mood.]  I placed my drink order and we began to converse. Princess can talk, especially once she gets rolling. Like always, our conversations contained a variety of topics. I took out my iPad and we began surfing the internet about some business ideas we previously discussed. As you may have guessed, we also checked facebook and her blog. She obviously read my statements in depth because she blushed the first time she had to get up to use the facilities, it was cute.  [Editor’s Note: He’s referring to his statements about watching the way I walked when I got up to use the facilities during date one.]

When she returned we continued where we left off. She scooted her chair closer to mine, our legs now pressed tightly together, as we continued surfing the internet. While reading a passage together from the single screen, our cheeks slightly grazed, I stopped and glanced at her with a smile. I knew it was still too early to attempt a kiss, especially in such a public place.  [Editor’s Note: Good call, Mr. Lambo.]  At one point while on her blog I asked how she was going to “end my character.” I made suggestions how to “kill me off.” I was just teasing, but she seemed to take it as more. I re-assured her that I wanted to be there with her, but if the time came that we did go our separate ways, i hoped she’d make my passing memorable. It was then I told her about the bottle of Goose I had waiting for her outside.  [Editor’s Note: This information warmed my soul.]  We continued reading other passages and messages before putting the iPad away. Afterward we just chatted; nothing in particular, nothing special. It felt to me like we have been long time friends just catching up on things.

I ordered us an appetizer and another drink for her. She elected not to eat the BBQ Buffalo wings, good choice; they weren’t even hot (temperature wise). Right before her second drink was ready; I again decided to test the boundaries to see where the comfort line now was. My first attempt was a small simple one, a light finger stroke on the knee. That was it, that’s where I was shut down. She immediately told me it was too much contact. At this point I was stumped. Our last date started bad, but ended good with plenty of light, mutual contact. Now something that was previously accepted has been rejected. I was baffled. It froze me up and she noticed. I turned my chair slightly, now looking more at her instead of being against her side. I repositioned my body and she commented on if everything was ok. I wasn’t upset, just confused. I explained to her why I was perplexed. Princess responded with, “You need to figure me out.”  [Editor’s Note: Translation – I don’t feel like explaining.]

That sounded like a challenge and she knows I love challenges. So here I am out on a second date with this amazing girl. It just began to rain again and her second yawn just hit. I dare not look at the clock, because I don’t want this to end again due to time. Unfortunately she notices the little hand past 10 and the big hand approaching 7 (10:35pm). It’s time to go, nothing I can do but walk her to the car. We get outside and the rain decided to get heavier. We stood underneath the overhang for a few minutes, squeezing in our last words. I walked her to her vehicle, gave her the now chilled bottled of Goose and said my bye. As I walked away she approached giving me another quick, firm hug and saying bye in return. Another beautiful evening with Princess MoMo. [Editor’s Note: He completely neglected to mention my super awesome umbrella.  Luckily, I wrote up my own version of this date, in which I mention this lovely accessory.  Stay tuned for that narrative!]

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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.