Thursday, November 08, 2007

Taking Cluelessness to the Next Level

So there I was, enjoying a full day of 7-card Stud goodness at poker school, when the previously mentioned attractive gal arrived and sat down in the seat next to me. It was kind of a slow day there at Nick's, with only eight students in class that day, so Stud was an ideal way to spend the afternoon.

We share the same days off--she works in a casino also, but, like me, would rather be dealing poker than doing her current gig. So we spend a couple days a week goofing off together at poker school. And I'll freely admit that because of her, I spend a lot more time there practicing than I normally would.

Anyhow, we were laughing it up and carrying on like we normally do, and as a bonus she'd brought in enough lunch from L&L Hawaiian BBQ to share with me and turn me into a Katsu convert. I'd never had it before, and damn, that is some good shiat! So we sat there playing Stud and eating our Hawaiian chicken, trying not to get grease on the cards. (Not only did it taste great, but it smelled so good that later on, class broke up and everybody else headed down to get the same thing).

While we were playing, we were talking about other people we'd gone to class with, and friends that had gotten temp jobs dealing tournaments or lucked into real jobs, along with our own prospects. It turns out that a mutual friend of ours got a job this week dealing at South Point, and we kicked around the idea of going down and playing some low-limit holdem at her table. At some point, the table got loud when a monster hand lost to an even bigger hand, and she leaned in and asked "So, you don't have to work tonight, right? What are you gonna with your night off?"

Inexplicably, the first thing that came out of my mouth was "Oh I don't know--not much going on for a Wednesday night--I'll probably just hang out at the house and explore the vast untapped world of online porn..."

We laughed, as did everyone else--because my response was an order of magnitude louder than her question--and then something happened on the game that needed our attention and the subject was dropped. It took me about a minute and a half before that little voice in the back of my head screamed YOU IDIOT! That's what they call an OPENING! You just blew a chance to hang out with a hot girl tonight because you went for the laugh... Moron!

I sat there for a few moments in stunned silence, wishing I had a time machine that would propel me back three minutes into the past. But opportunity only knocks once, and the moment was gone. Going for the recovery would've made the situation even worse, and I'd rather be painted with the stench of cluelessness than that of desperation.

By that time, my mojo was spent and there was nothing left to do but head home and bang my head on the wall for an hour or two.

But I'm (over)due for some good karma, so I'll head back today and try to avoid the mistakes of yesterday. Unfortunately, I have to work tonight, so even if opportunity knocks again, I'll have to pencil it in for next week.

Mikey

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