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Date: 05 Jan 2004 18:51:44
From: Dan
Subject: Clonie Gowen - Poker Watch Be Still My Running Hearts
Our little hold 'em gang got somewhat of a treat Tuesday night when a
delightful woman named Clonie Gowen sat in for some action at Royal
China. Clonie is not only an accomplished professional poker player, but
also happens to be pretty darn cute -- sexy, I'm sure her husband would
say. We all were noticeably on our best behavior as the evening began.
Shane wasn't drinking, Robert wasn't cussing, and I had showered well
and ironed my shirt.

Just as I had anticipated, the game started out extremely tight -- not
unlike our guest of honor's jeans and sweater. The banter was pleasant
enough as Clonie regaled us with personal tidbits about various pros and
tales of life on the World Poker Tour. I would be one of the first
players to take her to the river on a hand ...


You know that feeling of being in love, that warm fuzzy little tingle
you get that assures you everything is right in the world? Well that's
how I felt when I was holding 2-4 suited and the flush came
runner-runner. Clonie let out a slight, submissive gasp upon realizing
her pocket aces didn't hold up against me. Oooh.

The other guys mocked my cards, but really, the way the bets went down I
played the hand solidly. And Clonie would let me know that she agreed,
pulling me aside later to tell me how much potential she thought I had.
"You remind me of Devilfish," she whispered.

Wow. Not only did I have a sizable chip lead, but also possibly the most
attractive woman on the pro circuit (the picture above doesn't do her
justice) was telling me I could someday play with the big boys! There,
away from the table in a dark, narrow hallway outside the Royal China
bathrooms, I contemplated my own future as a touring professional -- and
briefly entertained the bold idea of moving in for a kiss.

OK, back to reality ...

There's something that happens in poker (and life) every so often --
where you can see a trap developing right in front of you, and yet you
still walk right into it, almost blissfully. In retrospect, even with
drinks continuing to flow and Clonie seeming receptive to my flirting, I
should've realized just how much information (and how many chips) I was
giving away in the process. I probably also shouldn't have casually
dismissed her regular use of the phrase "my next mark" as anything but a
definite tell about what game we were really here to play.

Towards the latter half of a late evening, she had the table laughing,
joking, and generally yukking it up like, well, a circle of drunken
amateurs. And whether it was part of her strategy or just her natural
killer instincts, Clonie was working us over, to be sure.

It really was pretty brilliant the way she moved around the table,
methodically, one by one, sizing up our psychological make-ups and then
effectively messing with our heads. All it took was a few winks and a
compliment to neutralize me. She scratched at Eric (wearing a
notice-my-skills cowboy hat) by repeatedly "forgetting" his name, and
Matt Comstock (quiet and perhaps feeling a bit ignored) by calling him
Eric. And when self-proclaimed titty-bar cononisseur Michael had amassed
some sizable stacks and began betting into her ... she took advantage of
his propensity to throw money at breasts by looking into his eyes and
telling him her bra size.

Murmur, murmur ... major professional re-raise ... murmur ...

Clonie is an impressive woman (34-C) to say the least, and an even
better poker player. She was fun and gracious, and even shared tips on
how she was able to put us on various hands. All the while she somewhat
apologetically collected almost half the total chips in play. As my
stacks dwindled and hers swelled, one thing's for sure ... she gave me a
lot to think about for a long, long time.

Ultimately it was an expensive education in the dominating poker of a
real pro -- but well worth the cost of tuition in my estimation. I just
wonder if I would feel the same way had our teacher been Tomer
Benvenisti.

Written By
Dan Michalski



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Date: 05 Jan 2004 20:08:41
From: Pat
Subject: Re: Clonie Gowen - Poker Watch Be Still My Running Hearts
How'd you end up with her at your game? Get lucky with an invite ? Please
explain...
"Dan" <[email protected] > wrote in message
news:[email protected]
> Our little hold 'em gang got somewhat of a treat Tuesday night when a
> delightful woman named Clonie Gowen sat in for some action at Royal
> China. Clonie is not only an accomplished professional poker player, but
> also happens to be pretty darn cute -- sexy, I'm sure her husband would
> say. We all were noticeably on our best behavior as the evening began.
> Shane wasn't drinking, Robert wasn't cussing, and I had showered well
> and ironed my shirt.
>
> Just as I had anticipated, the game started out extremely tight -- not
> unlike our guest of honor's jeans and sweater. The banter was pleasant
> enough as Clonie regaled us with personal tidbits about various pros and
> tales of life on the World Poker Tour. I would be one of the first
> players to take her to the river on a hand ...
>
>
> You know that feeling of being in love, that warm fuzzy little tingle
> you get that assures you everything is right in the world? Well that's
> how I felt when I was holding 2-4 suited and the flush came
> runner-runner. Clonie let out a slight, submissive gasp upon realizing
> her pocket aces didn't hold up against me. Oooh.
>
> The other guys mocked my cards, but really, the way the bets went down I
> played the hand solidly. And Clonie would let me know that she agreed,
> pulling me aside later to tell me how much potential she thought I had.
> "You remind me of Devilfish," she whispered.
>
> Wow. Not only did I have a sizable chip lead, but also possibly the most
> attractive woman on the pro circuit (the picture above doesn't do her
> justice) was telling me I could someday play with the big boys! There,
> away from the table in a dark, narrow hallway outside the Royal China
> bathrooms, I contemplated my own future as a touring professional -- and
> briefly entertained the bold idea of moving in for a kiss.
>
> OK, back to reality ...
>
> There's something that happens in poker (and life) every so often --
> where you can see a trap developing right in front of you, and yet you
> still walk right into it, almost blissfully. In retrospect, even with
> drinks continuing to flow and Clonie seeming receptive to my flirting, I
> should've realized just how much information (and how many chips) I was
> giving away in the process. I probably also shouldn't have casually
> dismissed her regular use of the phrase "my next mark" as anything but a
> definite tell about what game we were really here to play.
>
> Towards the latter half of a late evening, she had the table laughing,
> joking, and generally yukking it up like, well, a circle of drunken
> amateurs. And whether it was part of her strategy or just her natural
> killer instincts, Clonie was working us over, to be sure.
>
> It really was pretty brilliant the way she moved around the table,
> methodically, one by one, sizing up our psychological make-ups and then
> effectively messing with our heads. All it took was a few winks and a
> compliment to neutralize me. She scratched at Eric (wearing a
> notice-my-skills cowboy hat) by repeatedly "forgetting" his name, and
> Matt Comstock (quiet and perhaps feeling a bit ignored) by calling him
> Eric. And when self-proclaimed titty-bar cononisseur Michael had amassed
> some sizable stacks and began betting into her ... she took advantage of
> his propensity to throw money at breasts by looking into his eyes and
> telling him her bra size.
>
> Murmur, murmur ... major professional re-raise ... murmur ...
>
> Clonie is an impressive woman (34-C) to say the least, and an even
> better poker player. She was fun and gracious, and even shared tips on
> how she was able to put us on various hands. All the while she somewhat
> apologetically collected almost half the total chips in play. As my
> stacks dwindled and hers swelled, one thing's for sure ... she gave me a
> lot to think about for a long, long time.
>
> Ultimately it was an expensive education in the dominating poker of a
> real pro -- but well worth the cost of tuition in my estimation. I just
> wonder if I would feel the same way had our teacher been Tomer
> Benvenisti.
>
> Written By
> Dan Michalski
>
>
>
> * Learn Where & Where NOT to Play at http://www.LiveActionPoker.com
>
> ** $15 Free No Purchase Req'd at http://www.LiveActionPoker.com/gcp




 
Date: 11 Jan 2004 04:24:07
From: Chipped Up
Subject: Re: Clonie Gowen - Poker Watch Be Still My Running Hearts
On 05 Jan 2004 18:51:44 GMT, Dan <[email protected] > wrote:

> Our little hold 'em gang got somewhat of a treat Tuesday night when a
> delightful woman named Clonie Gowen sat in for some action at Royal

Oh brother here we go, some self absorbed promoter droning on about this
and that.

> China. Clonie is not only an accomplished professional poker player, but

Butt kisser. We know who she is. Pretentious twit.

> also happens to be pretty darn cute -- sexy, I'm sure her husband would
> say. We all were noticeably on our best behavior as the evening began.
> Shane wasn't drinking, Robert wasn't cussing, and I had showered well
> and ironed my shirt.
>
> Just as I had anticipated, the game started out extremely tight -- not
> unlike our guest of honor's jeans and sweater. The banter was pleasant
> enough as Clonie regaled us with personal tidbits about various pros and
> tales of life on the World Poker Tour. I would be one of the first
> players to take her to the river on a hand ...

When do we get to hear yor fantasies about Clonie?

>
>
> You know that feeling of being in love, that warm fuzzy little tingle

Oh here it comes.

> you get that assures you everything is right in the world? Well that's
> how I felt when I was holding 2-4 suited and the flush came
> runner-runner. Clonie let out a slight, submissive gasp upon realizing

submissive? You are a perv.

> her pocket aces didn't hold up against me. Oooh.

Oh your so bad! One hand and you defeated the winsome super poker women.
Get a grip on yourself! Not that way.

>
> The other guys mocked my cards, but really, the way the bets went down I
> played the hand solidly. And Clonie would let me know that she agreed,

Another pat on your back. Is your arm in a sling yet?

> pulling me aside later to tell me how much potential she thought I had.
> "You remind me of Devilfish," she whispered.

BULLSHIT.

>
> Wow. Not only did I have a sizable chip lead, but also possibly the most
> attractive woman on the pro circuit (the picture above doesn't do her
> justice) was telling me I could someday play with the big boys!

She meant you were gay.

> There,
> away from the table in a dark, narrow hallway outside the Royal China
> bathrooms, I contemplated my own future as a touring professional --

Swabbing bathrooms in peep shows.
> and
> briefly entertained the bold idea of moving in for a kiss.

Oh brother.

>
> OK, back to reality ...

Not likely, it would be a change though.

>
> There's something that happens in poker (and life) every so often --
> where you can see a trap developing right in front of you, and yet

The beginning of this post.

> you
> still walk right into it, almost blissfully. In retrospect, even with

Yes like this post. Like watching a train wreck.



Oh this is too stupid to finish. Not even good soft porn or writing.


  
Date: 11 Jan 2004 05:53:16
From: Irish Mike
Subject: Re: Clonie Gowen - Poker Watch Be Still My Running Hearts
" > pulling me aside later to tell me how much potential she thought I had.
> "You remind me of Devilfish," she whispered."

Well bucko, she told me I reminded her of Robert Redford, only way smarter.
She said I was the greatest poker player she had ever seen. She whispered
that if I gave her the word she would leave her husband and run away with
me. Sadly, I had to turn the poor lass down because Brittany Spears just
dumped her new husband and proposed to me. Oh, I almost forgot - then I hit
the megabucks lottery for seventy million and I'm going to use the money to
save Binion's Horseshoe in Vegas.

Irish Mike

"I stood on the Dublin docks and my future was uncertain, in a place where
fortunes are won and lost on the dealing of a hand"

"Chipped Up" <[email protected] > wrote in message
news:[email protected]
> On 05 Jan 2004 18:51:44 GMT, Dan <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > Our little hold 'em gang got somewhat of a treat Tuesday night when a
> > delightful woman named Clonie Gowen sat in for some action at Royal
>
> Oh brother here we go, some self absorbed promoter droning on about this
> and that.
>
> > China. Clonie is not only an accomplished professional poker player, but
>
> Butt kisser. We know who she is. Pretentious twit.
>
> > also happens to be pretty darn cute -- sexy, I'm sure her husband would
> > say. We all were noticeably on our best behavior as the evening began.
> > Shane wasn't drinking, Robert wasn't cussing, and I had showered well
> > and ironed my shirt.
> >
> > Just as I had anticipated, the game started out extremely tight -- not
> > unlike our guest of honor's jeans and sweater. The banter was pleasant
> > enough as Clonie regaled us with personal tidbits about various pros and
> > tales of life on the World Poker Tour. I would be one of the first
> > players to take her to the river on a hand ...
>
> When do we get to hear yor fantasies about Clonie?
>
> >
> >
> > You know that feeling of being in love, that warm fuzzy little tingle
>
> Oh here it comes.
>
> > you get that assures you everything is right in the world? Well that's
> > how I felt when I was holding 2-4 suited and the flush came
> > runner-runner. Clonie let out a slight, submissive gasp upon realizing
>
> submissive? You are a perv.
>
> > her pocket aces didn't hold up against me. Oooh.
>
> Oh your so bad! One hand and you defeated the winsome super poker women.
> Get a grip on yourself! Not that way.
>
> >
> > The other guys mocked my cards, but really, the way the bets went down I
> > played the hand solidly. And Clonie would let me know that she agreed,
>
> Another pat on your back. Is your arm in a sling yet?
>
> > pulling me aside later to tell me how much potential she thought I had.
> > "You remind me of Devilfish," she whispered.
>
> BULLSHIT.
>
> >
> > Wow. Not only did I have a sizable chip lead, but also possibly the most
> > attractive woman on the pro circuit (the picture above doesn't do her
> > justice) was telling me I could someday play with the big boys!
>
> She meant you were gay.
>
> > There,
> > away from the table in a dark, narrow hallway outside the Royal China
> > bathrooms, I contemplated my own future as a touring professional --
>
> Swabbing bathrooms in peep shows.
> > and
> > briefly entertained the bold idea of moving in for a kiss.
>
> Oh brother.
>
> >
> > OK, back to reality ...
>
> Not likely, it would be a change though.
>
> >
> > There's something that happens in poker (and life) every so often --
> > where you can see a trap developing right in front of you, and yet
>
> The beginning of this post.
>
> > you
> > still walk right into it, almost blissfully. In retrospect, even with
>
> Yes like this post. Like watching a train wreck.
>
>
>
> Oh this is too stupid to finish. Not even good soft porn or writing.




 
Date: 11 Jan 2004 07:13:40
From: Edju Martin
Subject: Re: Clonie Gowen - Poker Watch Be Still My Running Hearts
Dan <[email protected] > wrote in message news:<[email protected]>...
> Our little hold 'em gang got somewhat of a treat Tuesday night when a
> delightful woman named Clonie Gowen sat in for some action at Royal
> China. Clonie is not only an accomplished professional poker player, but
> also happens to be pretty darn cute -- sexy, I'm sure her husband would
> say. We all were noticeably on our best behavior as the evening began.
> Shane wasn't drinking, Robert wasn't cussing, and I had showered well
> and ironed my shirt.
>
> Just as I had anticipated, the game started out extremely tight -- not
> unlike our guest of honor's jeans and sweater. The banter was pleasant
> enough as Clonie regaled us with personal tidbits about various pros and
> tales of life on the World Poker Tour. I would be one of the first
> players to take her to the river on a hand ...
>
>
> You know that feeling of being in love, that warm fuzzy little tingle
> you get that assures you everything is right in the world? Well that's
> how I felt when I was holding 2-4 suited and the flush came
> runner-runner. Clonie let out a slight, submissive gasp upon realizing
> her pocket aces didn't hold up against me. Oooh.
>
> The other guys mocked my cards, but really, the way the bets went down I
> played the hand solidly. And Clonie would let me know that she agreed,
> pulling me aside later to tell me how much potential she thought I had.
> "You remind me of Devilfish," she whispered.
>
> Wow. Not only did I have a sizable chip lead, but also possibly the most
> attractive woman on the pro circuit (the picture above doesn't do her
> justice) was telling me I could someday play with the big boys! There,
> away from the table in a dark, narrow hallway outside the Royal China
> bathrooms, I contemplated my own future as a touring professional -- and
> briefly entertained the bold idea of moving in for a kiss.
>
> OK, back to reality ...
>
> There's something that happens in poker (and life) every so often --
> where you can see a trap developing right in front of you, and yet you
> still walk right into it, almost blissfully. In retrospect, even with
> drinks continuing to flow and Clonie seeming receptive to my flirting, I
> should've realized just how much information (and how many chips) I was
> giving away in the process. I probably also shouldn't have casually
> dismissed her regular use of the phrase "my next mark" as anything but a
> definite tell about what game we were really here to play.
>
> Towards the latter half of a late evening, she had the table laughing,
> joking, and generally yukking it up like, well, a circle of drunken
> amateurs. And whether it was part of her strategy or just her natural
> killer instincts, Clonie was working us over, to be sure.
>
> It really was pretty brilliant the way she moved around the table,
> methodically, one by one, sizing up our psychological make-ups and then
> effectively messing with our heads. All it took was a few winks and a
> compliment to neutralize me. She scratched at Eric (wearing a
> notice-my-skills cowboy hat) by repeatedly "forgetting" his name, and
> Matt Comstock (quiet and perhaps feeling a bit ignored) by calling him
> Eric. And when self-proclaimed titty-bar cononisseur Michael had amassed
> some sizable stacks and began betting into her ... she took advantage of
> his propensity to throw money at breasts by looking into his eyes and
> telling him her bra size.
>
> Murmur, murmur ... major professional re-raise ... murmur ...
>
> Clonie is an impressive woman (34-C) to say the least, and an even
> better poker player. She was fun and gracious, and even shared tips on
> how she was able to put us on various hands. All the while she somewhat
> apologetically collected almost half the total chips in play. As my
> stacks dwindled and hers swelled, one thing's for sure ... she gave me a
> lot to think about for a long, long time.
>
> Ultimately it was an expensive education in the dominating poker of a
> real pro -- but well worth the cost of tuition in my estimation. I just
> wonder if I would feel the same way had our teacher been Tomer
> Benvenisti.
>
> Written By
> Dan Michalski

She posts here regularly, so you just made an ass of yourself the size of Roseanne's