so it turns out i am better than i thought at poker.
the girl who stole girls from boys in my one-time scene: she played poker. she played poker with many boys i knew. she made sure all of them wanted her. i kept clear. how do you win at a game like that? something about self-confidence, and that _i wanted that girl, myself. the guy who kept her for a while made certain we knew she was not his only girlfriend. How Do You Win At A Game Like That. his avatar has since been the jack of hearts.
rainey wet evening. i was upstairs. the TV was on downstairs where the other four were. i have moved an oil lamp into my room to give softer light than the fluorescent. i was reading. uğur came up and asked me if I knew how to play texas hold 'em. i said kinda.
pistachio shells and backgammon pieces for currency. icecream and walnuts for desert partway through -- vanilla icecream but it had a licorice flavour.
i did not lose. i won an early hand. i folded when appropriate. we stopped when uğur ran out of shells. ruçhan won comfortably. arif was nearly out then. mehmet and i were close.
the house is quiet now. i hear the noise of the wind and rain. the oil lamp burns low.
i did not have to bluff in turkish. that mighta made it easier, i don't know. i bluff pretty well when i think about it.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Lilly called another bet
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