Princess MoMo

Below is Part I of my version of date three with Mr. Lambo.  He provided “Editor’s Notes” (renamed “Lambo’s Notes” because, technically, I’m still the Editor).  Those notes are highlighted in blue. Enjoy!

He picked me up (again, in the Eclipse) around 6:40 p.m.   By that time, my red blood was well mixed with something else red, namely wine.  My mood: Happy pants.  I hopped into his car.  Naturally, there was no greeting-touching involved.  By date three, he knew better than to intrude upon my personal space.   The plan (as far as I was informed earlier) was to go to Phillipsburg, NJ.  You may ask, “What’s in Phillipsburg?”  I have no idea and we didn’t end up going there.  Instead, we crossed state lines into his stomping grounds, the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.  (Side note: There are four Commonwealths in the US: PA, KY, MA and VA.  If you’re asked that question in trivia and answer correctly, don’t say I never taught you anything.)

[Lambo’s Note: I have been to P-burg several times and had an idea of some things to do there. Since I was assuming this was going to be the “make or break” date, I made a command decision to take her to my hood, aka PA.]

On the way, I did what any red wine blooded person would do: rapped.  For some reason, a little bit of alcohol seems to awaken my inner rapper.  After I was done spitting rhymes, we arrived at our destination, The Olive Garden.   I didn’t really see a need to travel to PA for this dining experience.   That restaurant exists in beautiful New Jersey.

[Lambo’s Note: Her lyrical flow was quite impressive. She first gave me a preview from a video she created, then she performed live. I have never seen this side of her and it was more than pleasing. She was starting to open up and let me get to know more about her.]

There was a wait for a table. Of course, I decided to harass a not-so-innocent bystander.  His offense: wearing a plaid flannel shirt.  He responded by telling me that my super awesome purse sucked.  I assured him that it, and its perfectly matching contents (umbrella, wallet and camera case), do not.  The conversation with Mr. Plaid Flannel Shirt began because he and a friend of his were talking about high school reunions.  I told them that when it comes time for their high school reunion, they should go.  I explained that I’m planning the ten year high school reunion for my class and that cooperation if very limited, thereby pissing me off.  His buzzer went off, so he bid us farewell.  Shortly thereafter, our buzzer went off.

[Lambo’s Note: Mr. Plaid Flannel Shirt was no match for the wits of Princess. He attempted several defense mechanisms, all which failed. His best shot was to stick by his guns, defending his love for plaid shirts and leather jackets, and tell Princess her designer purse and matching items sucked. In the end, he bid farewell and entered the dining facility.]

We were seated and approached by our friendly waitress.  I ordered chicken parm and a glass of red wine.  Mr. Lambo ordered a dish called “Tour of Italy.”  When our food arrived, his was less than luke warm.  We summoned the waitress and sent the dish on another tour of the the kitchen for reheating.  Being the selectively polite individual that I am, I did not touch my food until his returned, despite the fact that my tapeworm and I were famished because he had instructed us not to eat after lunch.

Someone, other than our waitress, stepped out of the kitchen with his food.  We watched from a semi-distance as the dish passed us by.  Apparently, it was now taking a tour of the restaurant.  Realizing that he had taken a faulty detour, the food-runner guy returned the plate to our table.  Mr. Lambo took a bite.  Guess what?!  It still wasn’t warm.  I sampled it myself to test the temperature.   Mr. Lambo was ready to relent on eating a warm meal.  But, ever-persistent, I informed the waitress and she took it back for yet another alleged heating.  This “Tour of Italy” had taken a tour of everything except for Mr. Lambo’s digestive system.

The third time, his order was delivered by the manager.  Sadly, it still wasn’t warm!!!! By this point, though, even I had lost hope.   Evidently, the microwaves in PA suck, consistent with pretty much everything else therein.  He ate his room-temperatured food and I finally dug into mine, which was ironically still hot.

[Lambo’s Note: All I could think was, “WTF, I’m hungry, let’s eat.”]

By the time we were done eating, the place had cleared out.  Our lovely waitress apologized for the unheatable meal.   Mr. Lambo is a laid back fellow and I was floating on cloud nine thanks to fermented grapes, so neither of us made a fuss over the food.  We ended up chatting with the waitress for quite a bit.  I told her it was our third date.  She didn’t quite believe it.  [Lambo’s Note:  I understand how she was in disbelief that this was in fact only our third date.  This date had a different “feel” to it compared to the first two dates.  Princess seemed to be enjoying my companionship more this evening compared to the past.  She sat close the entire time and our conversations were more than just business, blogging and facebook.  For the first time we really clicked.  Naturally I was partially in shock myself how well things were going.  Normally the dates start rocky (always my fault), but eventually get much better.  This date was going well from the  beginning, so where was it going to end?] I explained that I blog about my dates and that I could verify, on my blog, that it was indeed date three.  She was intrigued.  I provided her with the URL to my site and she sat down with us and read it on her HTC android phone.   One of her colleagues asked her for something and she responded, “Not right now.  I’m sitting here with Mr. Lambo and Princess MoMo.”

Finally, we wrapped things up, said goodbye to our new friend and exited The Olive Garden. Mr. Lambo opened the passenger side door for me.  As I got into the car, I decided it was the appropriate time to lock lips with him.  I knew he wouldn’t be going in for a kiss anytime soon because I had sufficiently scared him off from touching me.  The union of our oral kingdoms was brief.  We then headed to another destination unknown to me.

 
[Lambo’s Note: I was yet again caught by surprise. The previous physical limitation was set at a mere touch and a quick, firm hug. We seemed to skip a few chapters ahead in “Appropriate Contact while Dating 101.” Was this harmless kiss caused by her consumption of a few glasses of the red juice, a show of thanks, or was this former Ice Princess now starting to warm up to me? Regardless, now there has been a new line established. Back to the drawing board for me.]
 
To be continued…

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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.