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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 |
> 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. |
> "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. |
> 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 |