Monday, October 31, 2005
Queen of hearts?
I pulled a 15 hour session last night and this morning, my longest ever. I know some of you sickos out there have played for three days straight, but it's not my cup of tea. I'm a man who appreciates his sleep. I didn't play so long because the game was so good (though it was) or because I necessarily needed to raise $500 for my tournament entry Tuesday (though I did.) No, a cute girl kept me at the table. We poker degenerates aren't used to sexy twentysomethings in our midst. Most of the women are of the blue haired variety, and I don't mean the punk chicks. So when Ann from Colorado, a slender blonde with the mesmerizing eyes and perfect smile sat to my left there was no getting up for a very, very, very long time. Now every young guy in the place was chatting her up or had previously during the night, but I'd like to think I made a stronger impression. We flirted like there was no tomorrow, but tomorrow always comes. The sun appeared over the horizon and the curtains were raised on the poker room, proving however sadly that the new day had dawned and it was way past time to go to bed. I got up and went to pay my tournament entry for the limit hold'em tournament Tuesday, but not before a glance goodbye. But the question remains, was the flirting earnest or was she just playing me?