Let me start out by asking my fellow male comrads whether they can subscribe to a few behavioral ecological situations that can arise when your typically hapless poker guy makes his way to a table.
Let me set the scene: 22 yr old slick boy approaches the table looking serious and waaaay tougher that his 120 lb physique can support. After a quick de-robing of the street attire he sits, stretches and pours his big pill of smooth and clacky chips onto the table.
It’s a 1/2 NL table so the competition can range from amazingly loose to crazy tight and boring. Scanning the table quickly he see them… Them/they are women, girls, chicas. And let me tell you something. Men should be allowed to express their self-propagated non-reliance of the other sex without ridicule.
Just for once it would be nice to say to a girl, that are generally not interested in sex, this is just a game I like to play and I will stare you down like jail guard in a maximum security prison just to show you how serious I am.
Waste of time…
The killer
The moment you lay your eyes on the girl across the table, you are bound by the secret forces of some sacred right, that says you must to two things:
- Open mouth… sigh… turn to left, raising left eyebrow as much as you can. Turn back to face the women and say: “Really? FINE!”
- Raise you hand in the air and shout “Seat Change please”…”Please!”
Why would a normally sane man do this? Because women poker players have too many weapons we simply cannot compete with:
- They know, that we want to sleep with them, and thus can’t play properly
- They are just impossible to read!
- In a home game, they are generally there with a friend (no offense here, just likely) and they don’t know how to play. For that reason alone, beginners luck rules you out of the “chamber of success” reunion party.
So, while I would like to play with you girls. My rules from now on are simple. You must bring various quantities of these items to the game:
- Beer
- Viagra
- Your dad’s car keys
