Not In The Cards

The from the past day, Mom and I took a day pause to Atlantic Town (since the family that gambles together stays together). The batter we view is old literary, with smother with d'ecor (chandeliers the size of cars, filigree on every more or less pole, rail, and archway, carpets with dizzying patterns and traditional) and manager old ladies at partition machines than you can pulse a repair at. Departure to Atlantic Town is like a ounce suffer the loss of from reality. I can pass the hours at a poker table, burning up free mimosas and marveling at the pot-bellied, mustachioed men and permed, over-bejeweled women serving harshly me. Altogether from the past time I go, I am besides wrong by one of the dealers or pit bosses for a former cigarette girl ("you could be her twin!"), which is expensive.

The astute idea of casinos, from the bright din of partition machines to the dearth of windows and clocks, make it easy to get professional in the flicker. Add to all of that the path of losing/winning masses of funds for produce a result nothing manager than pushing a bulge, putting down a few chips in the right unadventurous, or gesturing at a few playing cards, and you wait yourself a place of cloak filthy conditions and illusory path.

I was dealt a full accommodate my first fling out. Forever sleepy from the flood to New Jersey, my win didn't completely narrative. I didn't feel that be effusive of adrenaline that traditionally accompanies a laying a bet blessing. Gradually, I became manager enlighten and started to exercise the toy and the people-observing. Hand over was the clear Asian lady who provided non-stop relating at every fling and called out, "Gimme lady! Gimme lady!" whenever her fling buried a queen. Hand over was a group of dopey Kevin-Federline-types who shouted monosyllabic comments to each from the past straddling the tables, proclaiming their thickness for ego indoors trial. Hand over were the gel elderly married couples in sweatsuits. With state was the young guy in a leather jacket who bore a momentary feel to Peter Krause (Nate) from Six Feet Numb, who sat down afterward to me--

Support, hang on a second. "Huh?"

This wasn't possibility. I surprisingly saw guys my age at the batter, and never, "ever", ones I found attractive.

The second he sat down, I won a fling.

"See, you won since of me," he thought.

I laughed. "Are you saying you are my fine charm?"

"Visibly. Of manner, I have over a lacking of your reward for my cut."

"Oh, is that your commission?"

"It is. My name's Soup?on," he apprehended out his fling.

I smiled and shook it. "Dolly."

Soup?on took his chips and placed a bet.

The hawker narrowed to the become aware of for the share bet.

"I don't play it," he shook his superficiality.

My eyes widened. "I suggestion I was one of the only people who don't play it. Voters reliable get dismay with me. But it's a soft touch bet."

"Exactly!"

I liked this guy facing.

The afterward lacking hour or so was vanished chatting and flirting, and being thoroughly dangerous from my cards. I researcher Soup?on is in publicity and lives one locality over. In fact, we're on contrary ends of the same subway line, which we capture to the same stop to go to work.

"So what very..." Soup?on would ask, evidently deficient to keep the conversation departure.

"Did you get expound today?" I asked.

"Yeah, a ounce for instance ago. You?"I'm expound with my mom, just for the day."

"I'm expound with my mom, too," he seemed imprecisely guilty, which was very cute.

"Mom doesn't faithfully play the tables, as. She's manager into slots."

"Actual with my mom."

Above finicky nattering and after that he thought, "Easily, I'm departure to try my occasion at roulette. It was nice talking to you."

"You too."

Apt like that, he consumed.

Competently, so I can't ever tell if a guy likes me (conceal in point, Fellow citizen Neil). In Publicity Mark's conceal, stagnant, it was manager than evident that he was into me. We were vibing and clearly had information in usual (I mean, how plentiful people go laying a bet with their mothers?). He was bold plenty to sit down alongside me and chat me up, yet didn't close the submit by getting my number. I don't take its toll what happened. Possibly will be that my avant garde illustrate tastes were a dealbreaker, or he just professional his impudence, or misrepresented his mind. Either way, undesirable. Quite remote the turf of the spice.

Ah well, at bare minimum I took some funds home playing poker. Positive in cards and all that.