Generally, when we think of a Prince, we think of kind, caring, thoughtful lads whose actions speak tenfold.

One who is handsome and charming – kissed by the gods and born into sovereignty – always thinking of the little people.

Well, admittedly this is a contrived Disney-esque sentiment. And y’all know how I feel about Disney!

The reality of life is that even a “blue blood” can come shy of making a positive first impression. They take a shit like any other person…

During Prince Harry’s promotional American blitz, the general sentiment – via word of mouth – was that Prince Harry (Lady Di’s younger carrot top kid) was not the bewitching individual his mother came to be known as – that woman could charm snakes it seemed!

“It was as if he wasn’t even told we were expecting a photo,” one pap told me.

Knowing that HRH was scheduled to appear at the Harlem Children’s Zone, yesterday morning – prior to his polo match on Governor’s Isle – I ran out of my humble abode at the crack of dawn in attempts of procuring a pic of the youngest kid of one of the most celebrated woman in all the world.

Although I was aware that the main photo (with the under-privileged) was scheduled to be indoors, I did expect that Harry would do a walk thru and, at the very least, look over at the sardine packed horde of press members giving us a general wave and smile.

What came to pass was Harry not only failing to meet these expectations but made like there wasn’t anyone on the police blocked streets at all, and just walked on by. All in all, a less than climactic experience, really.