Princess MoMo

Click here to read Princess MoMo’s Vampire Diary – Part I. 

Click here to read Princess MoMo’s Vampire Diary – Part II. 

Eventually, the sushi place was closing.  He suggested we continue the date.  For those of you who follow the blog, you know that this could only lead to one place:  T.G.I. Friday’s.  Sigh.  We went to Friday’s.  I had a glass of wine.  I then had another.  I knew after those two glasses, in addition to the wine at the sushi place, my pregame glass, my hunger strike, and the power struggle, I was at risk of unleashing the crazy if  I had any more.  I told him just that.  He insisted that he liked that I was coming out of my shell.  I pleaded, “If I have any more, I will completely abandon shell and that’s not good.”  I got up to use the restroom again.  When I returned, there was a glass waiting out for me. Not drinking it would have been wasteful.  So, I drank it.  Cue the crazy.  Wine-exacerbated hormonal turbulence ensued.  I told him how pathetic it was that my life has come down to this (i.e., being at Friday’s).  I went on to explain that my youth is withering away in nowhereland and that I feel trapped.  He responded by saying that I was right about the last glass of wine.  I told him he was free to leave.   In fact, I urged him to leave.  He stayed.   The cloud migrated away from my head.

I was so confused as to what was going on with this date.  Was I having fun?  Did we get along?  I had no idea.  He said he was having a good time and wanted to see me again, but I did not have a sense of clarity.  Before we left, he inquired about securing a bar tending position at Friday’s.  Yeah.  That actually happened.

He walked me to my car and extended his hand for a traditional handshake.  I gave him a hug instead.  I wasn’t surprised about the handshake gesture because during our stay at beautiful Friday’s, he had attempted to pull me closer to him at one point and I presented the “be careful when you touch me” lecture.  (I don’t like people I don’t know touching me.)  His final words were a request for me to text him when I got home regardless of whether I wanted to see him again or not.  I called him when I drove off (I think to ask about the handshake).  We ended up talking for another hour.  Then, I went to sleep.

THE END

P.S. – Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t think he’s really a vampire and I left with all of my blood within me and my neck intact.