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Sometimes, even the most well intentioned guidance can lead to crippling indecision.
About a year and a half ago I met one of the regulars in the Foxwoods poker room. He took note of my own regular attendance at the tables and he started asking me questions. After some back and forth discourse he took the stance that I was wasting my time and potential sitting in the poker room all the time and that I should go out and get a real job. His tone was never harsh or malicious. He never came down on me with cruelty nor did he pick on me after I took a bad beat or two at the table. This gentleman just thought he was witnessing a train wreck in progress and he wanted to do his part to help. He wasn’t by any means a hater. The impression I got was that he felt what I was trying to do was way more of headache than it was worth. The conversation always seemed to get back to the fact that I was someone he found to be very capable and he couldn’t understand why I would want to struggle the way I was playing cards for a living when I could make a killing somewhere less stressful. People like this are not uncommon in my day to day life. I’ve had regular grinders, casino employees, friends, family, and anyone else you could think of come up to me and try to “talk me down off the ledge” before it was too late. Everybody, no matter what your life path is, has to deal with the questions from those who don’t see things the way we do.
Whether you’re starting your own business or trying to seek out fame and fortune as an A-list entertainer you are going to deal with people questioning your decisions. As soon as you veer off the familiar path, your audience starts to react as though you are the main character in a horror movie and you’re about to walk into the serial killer’s hideout. The cliché is that these people are just haters who don’t want you to succeed because then it makes their own lives seem insignificant. There certainly are people out in the world like that, but they are simple enough to just dismiss out of hand. The group that is harder to account for is the one that reacts not with hate, but with doubt. Someone telling you that you can’t do something can be remarkably motivating. It’s much harder when the people you talk to respond with not with vitriol, but with fear. These people don’t doubt your skills. They fixate on the negative outcomes and they never cease to remind you about them. “What happens if that doesn’t work” will be a question you hear over and over in one form or another from people simply trying to better understand you. You can’t just tune them out. If you do you’ll become a recluse and have no one to confide in the moments when you aren’t as stalwart. My own experience with the gentleman I reference before lead to him asking me one question in particular that stuck with me, “How do you like your life as a professional gambler?”
I wasn’t even on a first name basis with this gentleman when he dropped that particular mortar onto me. It’s tough to be happy when you’re building something from the ground up. All your friends are enjoying the fruits of their labors. They have basic benefit plans, nice apartments, newer video game systems, nicer TVs and computers, nicer cars, and hours upon hours more free time than you do. When you try to build something significant of yourself you’re going to work longer hours and receive way fewer results when you’re just starting out. You won’t have as much time to go out to eat, go on vacations, or start a new gaming campaign with your buddies. You have to find your happiness from places that are less recreational. You can’t be shortsighted and put your own happiness squarely on your immediate success. You’ll drive yourself into clinical depression in no time. You need to constantly have a forward vision. You need to look beyond the immediate and off to the horizon where you can loosen your financial and recreational belts. When someone asks, “How happy are you with…” you need to be ready to face your incomplete present while exuding confidence to that person, more for your own benefit than his or hers. If you can’t convince yourself of a brighter future in the face of doubts, then it’s time to reconsider your course of action.
Questioning your decisions isn’t a bad thing. The trick is not to let your questions stop you from moving forward. People are going to come up to you and challenge your convictions. You should be able to answer those questions honestly and fully. You don’t need to convince the doubters, you need to prove to yourself that the doubters aren’t right.
You get what you pay for when it comes to hotels.
Sometime in early September I was playing cards in the Foxwoods Poker Room as I typically do when a conversation about other poker rooms sprang up. This conversation has happened in every poker room I have ever played cards in. People at the tables start talking about all the other fantastic poker rooms in the United States and how each of them does a certain thing better than the room they chose to go to that day. What that one thing is varies from person to person but the theme remains consistent, no matter what room you’re talking about it’s better than the one you’re in. This paradox holds true of the player pools at Foxwoods as well and during my session in early September there was a lot of talk surrounding the Borgata Hotel and Casino.
I thought nothing of the day’s conversation until later that evening. A friend of mine sent me a message saying he was thinking about a trip to Atlantic City in October. The Borgata was holding a tournament for $150 buy in with a $100,000 guarantee during the first full week of the month. He wanted to head down to check it out and was looking for someone to tag along. Since my schedule is pretty open-ended I jumped at the chance to check out the Borgata first hand. I had never been to Atlantic City prior to this trip. My only experience with the “gambling capital of the east coast” was from hearsay stories not unlike the ones I had hear earlier that day. The prevailing thoughts were that the city as a whole was a pretty desolate place and that the Borgata was a diamond in this particular rough. So, I decided to take the trip and see this place for myself.
We arrived in Atlantic City on October 6 and from here the trip diverges. There were two distinct portions of experience to the trip. There were our accommodations, which were a comedy of errors in their own right, and then there was our time spent in the poker room where we saw characters that came straight out of a manuscript of stereotypes. For purposes of storytelling I’m going to separate the two experiences. I’ll deal with our hotel lodging first and then get into the highlights from the poker room.
NOTE: I have been wavering back and forth on revealing the name of the hotel we stayed at. I’ve decided not to mention it for this reason, none of the major issues were related to the staff and I don’t feel like it’s fair to them to dump on their hotel specifically.
The plan was to stay in a cheap hotel for the first few days in West Atlantic City, play at the Borgata as much as we could until October 10 when we needed to check out of our hotel, and try to get a free night in the Borgata’s hotel for an extra few days. Cheap doesn’t do this hotel justice, the place was a hell hole. The quality of our living arrangement wasn’t up to snuff, but when you stay in a cheap hotel you expect that. Our windows didn’t open. The toilet didn’t always flush properly. The walls had quite a few recently repaired cracks in them. Yet none of those things impeded us. We generally expected a crappy room but these were nothing more than aesthetic concerns. This room needs to provide two functions, a place to sleep and a place to use the internet. So long as we have both of those we’re fine.
The Wifi was our first major issue. The in room Wifi didn’t work. When we asked the front desk they said the only free internet in the hotel was in the lobby and that the rooms were not set up with internet access (side note, my buddy checked the hotel listing when we returned from Atlantic City to find that the hotel DOES offer in-room wifi in its listing). Only needing the web for long enough to check my messages I didn’t mind wandering down to the lobby to get connected, except the wifi didn’t work there either. I could connect to the network, but there was no connection to the internet. I don’t know if they just didn’t pay the bill but for the entire 4 days we were there I never got it working nor did I ever see someone else in the lobby successfully access the world wide web. Now this is what I like to call a “first world problem.” Is it life or death that I get onto the internet, no, it’s just irritating. But that irritation level rises when you can’t leave the hotel due to flooding.
The hotel was built right next to the coast. All the land behind the hotel was marshland and the water was about 400 feet from the back patio. Every morning while we were there the street our hotel was on flooded, as well as one side of the parking lot. The water level got so high on a few days that we couldn’t leave the property to head into the city. We had to wait it out for the water to drain, which it did every afternoon. The police actually closed a few lanes of the main road next to the hotel due to the overflow from the hotel parking lot. It was an utter mess and was compounded with the fact that we had nothing to do at the hotel but wait for conditions to improve. All I wanted to do was have a place to sleep in between sessions of poker and now I couldn’t even go play cards when I wanted to because this hotel was in such a poor location. There were a few days where the roads were closed down and my friend and I had to try and navigate around all the road blocks to get back to our hotel room. Not exactly the best conditions, but at least the staff found time to play Dungeons and Dragons during the slow hours.
Since this was a poker trip, it goes without saying that my friend and I were keeping odd hours. Wake up was sometime between 10:30AM and 12:30PM and we would be wandering into the hotel sometime around 2:00AM. On our second to last night there we wandered back to our hotel to find the staff playing a table top game, specifically Dungeons and Dragons, in the dining room just off the lobby. I actually found this somewhat endearing, that these guys were just looking to spend some time enjoying themselves and it’s not like there were a ton of tenants anyway so it seemed perfectly fine for them to be relaxing a bit. The only reason that story is relevant is because the person running the game (known as the Dungeon Master or DM for all you out there that don’t know the jargon) was the man who had been behind the front desk the first few nights. On our last night in this hotel we returned from the poker room earlier than normal, around 12:30AM and found that the front door was locked. This was a first, and there was no place to put your room key to try and open the door. We were locked out and the previous night’s DM was standing behind the desk staring at us as though we were trying to assault his castle. He then directed us to a phone on the wall where we had to inform him that we were in fact guests at this hotel before he would open the door. We mentioned to him that the door wasn’t locked on any of the other nights we were here and his response was simply, “Yeah, but it was supposed to be.” We checked out an hour early just to get the hell out of there.
Thankfully our hours of play got us two free nights at the Borgata so we were able to salvage the trip. More on that in the next post.
Apparently a lack of activity makes you more likely to commit a crime.
Last week I was just goofing around on my computer, my most common ploy for avoiding the dreaded TO-DO list. The litany of tasks never shrinks down to a more palatable size, even when the majority of the items that need accomplishing are self-levied. Normally I do what any average American does these days, find something interesting to watch on Netflix. This time however, when I was stuck with yet another case of loafing about, I decided to fire up my online poker account. Currently the only site I have money on that I can actually use is Carbon Poker, and since it had been nearly one full year since I last graced the virtual felt I decided to see how much had changed. What I found was a most curious practice.
Let me set the scene for you. I put a couple hundred dollars onto the Carbon Poker client late last year after a few very profitable live poker sessions. My motivation was to get back into the online grind at a low risk dollar amount. I’m sure somewhere in my head I was thinking I’d be able to start grinding the micro stakes games and supplementing my monthly income with checks from the web. As I’m sure many of my fellow Americans are aware, the poker world just doesn’t really work like that for us. Even still, this was my learning curve on the subject. After a few months of mixing in online with live I decided the general practice of playing poker on the web was hurting my live poker production. I needed to focus on building up my live poker bankroll markedly more before I could afford to play each session as part of a larger time share between the virtual and flesh and blood worlds. So in November last year I stopped playing. I spent a very brief time looking over tournament schedules to see if there were any daily or weekly events I would be interested in playing on the Carbon schedule. Nothing ever really came of that effort other than a list of events that seemed interesting but that I never actually played in.
Flash forward to this past week. I stumbled upon my old list of Carbon poker tournaments that I thought would be interesting to mix into a regular schedule. I had information on them from range of field sizes, buy-ins, the guarantees and what times they ran, and so on. So I fired up the Carbon Poker client to see if these events had changed at all. After an update I noticed that my account balance was showing a $0.00. I didn’t have a ton of money attached to this account and I was prepared for another mini Black Friday type of an event where the money I had on the account would be lost. Still, I hadn’t heard anything about Carbon Poker crashing and I did want to at least have the option of using my $200+ that I still had invested on this site. I got in touch with the folks at Carbon support, who are always VERY fast to reply any time I have any kind of issue, to let them know that I had a problem. The following is a piece of the email I got back a few hours later.
Thank you for contacting us.
I am glad to inform you that your account has been credited back with the balance removed for security reasons due to inactivity…
It’s been almost a week now and I still have no idea what to make of that sentence. The money was returned to my account and the Carbon support team took care of everything within 3 hours of my initial request. I have no issues with the site nor is my account barren any longer. But I just don’t quite get what “security reasons” there could have been to remove the money from my account in the first place. I’ve seen a few people complaining about their account balances on forums and heard rumblings of discontented customers at the casino. Here’s just a heads up regarding my issues and how quickly Carbon addressed them.
The month of March finally comes to a close for me with a much needed 36 hour vacation. I wrapped up on Saturday what has been to date the most profitable month of my career. Sadly my run good had its limits as I failed to cash in the $365 WSOP Circuit event on March 30. Despite a bad beat in the later rounds of the tournament, my spirits are high and things seem to be moving in the right direction.
The first ever WSOP Circuit event at Foxwoods brought in a larger crowd than the other tournament series on the calendar. The first event with its two day 1 flights managed 800 entries, a number that I haven’t seen since 2009 when the WPT prelims were pulling in the high 700s regularly. I opted to play in the first Saturday event, a $365 NLHE 2 day event. With only 388 runners I was a little disappointed at the turnout. The early explosion of entries gave me some hope that a regional poker boom was sparking for this series but it proved not to be the case. Still, $25,668 for first place is not an amount I was turning my nose up at.
Sadly, I wasn’t able to get enough momentum to build towards any first place ambitions. My stack stayed relatively stagnant for most of the tournament. I was hovering around the starting stack of 10K for the first 10 levels. I found a double up just before dinner break to pull myself up above the 20K mark for the first time all tournament. Our UTG villain was opening light since we reached level 3 and put in a 2500 open at the 500/1000 level with a 100 ante. I woke up with AK in the CO and jammed for 9125 total which was then tank-called by UTG with QJs. The board ran XJAAX and I finally made some progress in the right direction. My glory was short lived as we came back from dinner break. One pre-flop raise that missed the board coupled with a few orbits of no cards I found myself back down to 11K at the 600/1200 level with a 200 ante. My swan song hand came with only a few minutes left in the level. UTG opens for 3K and gets called by a new to the table big stack that had somewhere around 120K in chips. I looked down at AA on the button and did my best fist pump jam for 11.2K. Our UTG villain calls leaving himself only about 14K more behind and the big stack shoves all in. UTG calls with 99, big stack villain tables TT, and the board runs out T8XXT. I walked over to a buddy a few tables down to fork over my $50 for a now lost last longer bet. I did my part, the hand just didn’t hold, and I certainly wasn’t about to let that misfortune dampen what had already been a terrific month.
My March went very well, which makes my very first 200 hour report quite enjoyable. All of the numbers listed below are for cash game results only.
Days played: 21
Total hours played: 200
Average session length: Approximately 9 hours 30 minutes
Number of winning sessions: 18
Number of losing sessions: 3
Longest winning streak: 14
Longest losing streak: 1
Biggest winning session: $701 playing 2/3NL at the Bicycle Casino in Bell Gardens, CA
Biggest losing session: -$346 playing 2/3NL at the Bicycle Casino in Bell Gardens, CA
Overall results: +$3,772
Hourly win rate: $18.91
Having made some modifications to my approach to better suit a live low stakes no limit holdem game I’m very happy with the early returns. The month started off rough with only $107 in profit over the first 67 hours of play for a $1.60 hourly rate. It ended on a 14 session winning streak where I ran at a $27.18 win rate over 133 hours. With that said there is still a lot of work to do before I can put my feet up and relax. I’m still severely under bank rolled, only having 1 month of bills set aside and a bankroll not quite big enough yet to meet the 20 buy in rule (20 buy ins at 100BBs for whatever stakes game you are playing). Throughout the now 15 months I have been grinding again for a living I have never had more than 2 months of bill money set aside so having only 1 month prepared for isn’t a cause of much concern. I also realize that it’s too early to say for certain that these results will be the new standard. March’s results are nice but 200 hours is a tiny sample size. I need to put a few of these kinds of months together.
I do think there is room for improvement. I played fewer hours than I was planning on initially due to my travel arrangements from LA to Boston plus a stomach bug kept me out of action on a few days before my flight. With a clear calendar in April I think an extra couple of days can easily be tacked on. Plus there were a few spots where I did get myself into some trouble, nothing serious and I was able to correct the mistake in later hands on the session but I did not play as solidly as I could have. I’m looking forward to putting together a solid April. I’m working on a list of goals for the month for the next blog post. I should be done with those before next weekend. Once I have them down, I’ll post them.
It’s been a busy month of March for me. Between traveling and settling back into my life on the east coast I’ve been running at a break neck pace. March is nearly over and I’m fast approaching my first full report of the year (which I will do at the 200 hour mark). Now that I have a few moments to relax it seems like a good time to do a quick update and get my bearings.
March has been a very hot month for me but not without its difficulties. Due to a few sick days I didn’t get quite the number of visits I wanted to at the Bicycle Casino before I hopped a plane back to the east coast. I only managed 12 sessions between March 1 and March 17. Those 12 sessions were still good for 114 hours of grinding and a nice $580 cash bonus from the Bike’s rakeback promotion this month. Total for the month I have logged 18 sessions with 3 more planned before the April showers begin quenching the thirst for a new month. I’ve had 15 winning sessions and only 3 losing days over a 168 hour stretch. During this time I’m up just under $3,000.
There is still a lot on my plate before the closing bell tolls for March. I’m hoping to put in the final 32 hours in those three cash game sessions and cap off a 200 hour month. This becomes especially important because today marks the start of the first ever WSOP Circuit event at Foxwoods. I’ve got my sights set on some very lucrative cash games, not to mention a chance for a Circuit Title. Saturday March 30, is my chance. I will be playing in the $365 ring event that day. I’m feeling very good about this event. My game has been sharp these past few weeks, I’ve got a renewed focus, I think I can really do some damage in this event. Win lose or draw, I’m just going to go out there and perform, may the cards fall where they will.
Next blog will be a full report on the previous 200 hours of play. Maybe I’ll toss in a brag post about winning the WSOP ring over the weekend.
A belated welcome to 2013 all, since you’re reading this the world did not in fact reach extinction just yet and we get to back to our daily musings until the sun does in fact blow up and eat us. In the meantime, might as well go on a road trip. That’s been my mentality anyway. I’ve embarked on a journey across the country to play poker and to force myself out of my little bubble. Our plan was to head from Boston, MA on January 5 and reach Los Angeles, CA no later than January 12. SPOILER ALERT; we made it across in one piece and I’ve spent most of the down time of the trip playing poker, because really, what else is there for a grinder to do?
The first leg of the journey brought us to southern Illinois, about an hour’s drive from St. Louis, MO. After a 24 hour journey our trio of travelers and their faithful canine companion took a few days to rest and get back some semblance of humanity. A few days of showering and sleeping later, I mentioned that there was a solid casino in St. Louis that I wanted to check out. Thankfully my travel partners were all gung ho to head anywhere they could find a Wi-Fi connection so we hit the road and made our way to the Hollywood Casino in St. Louis.
I will say, thus far on my trip this was probably the nicest poker room I’ve seen. At time of writing I’ve spent some time at the Commerce Casino as well as the Bicycle Casino in California, but I’ll save those gems for a later post. Once my fellow travelers found a café with internet and power outlets abound, I made my way over to the poker room. It was smaller than most places I’ve been, but still looked like it comfortably had 40 tables. There wasn’t a ton of game selection but for a low stakes grinder like myself, I’m pretty easy to please. Sure enough they had my normal game, a 1/2NL Holdem table with a min buy of $60 and a max of $300, just like I play at Foxwoods. It felt good to get into some action, though not much happened in terms of financial success. I lost $7 after 4 hours of play, so more or less a break even day. What was more important about the stop was that I felt a little more comfortable. I’m very much in my element when I’m in a poker room. Every place you go has its own bells and whistles to it but in the end it’s all the same game and this place more than most made me feel right at home. It was classy looking having recently been remodeled. The felt was new, the chips felt similar to those that I have spent the better part of 15 months shipping into pots, and the décor made me feel like I was perfectly in my element. As I mentioned, not much happened on the felt that was worth noting, but I enjoyed the experience all the same.
We left Illinois the next day and found ourselves in Valencia California 30 hours and 1800 miles later. I was really excited to check out the casinos in the LA area, having heard plenty about them through legendary word of mouth stories and a little of my own personal recon through the magic of the internet. Sadly thus far it hasn’t lived up to the hype for me, but that’s another blog topic right there so I’m going to sign off and head back to the Commerce to grind some cash while the LAPC rumbles along.
Right from the day we are able to talk and really understand how to communicate with others, we are placed into school to help develop these skills. Most of us will spend the next phase of our lives working from learning our colors and how to read and write all the way to graduation day in high school. Even a more select few will then head to the next glorious step of education, college. Up until this point there was always a goal laid out for us by the path we were on. During those early grade school days the goal was to get good grades and learn these skills you will need in daily life. In middle school it was time to get ready for the high school grind. You start doing more homework, more elaborate projects, learning more advanced thinking skills. Then in high school, “You need to get good grades to get yourself into a great college.” College is really the first place where you start to see any ambiguity. That “what now” feeling starts to set in and the solution does not come from simply graduating.
My college experience is not one for the books by any means. I did a lot of personal development during my four year stint in academia’s last major phase. College for me wasn’t really about grades or academic development. I needed a wakeup call to what the real world was like. I needed to be shown that my safe and sheltered world that I had grown up in was slowly deteriorating. The greatest lessons I learned in college all revolved around how to deal with change and learning how to cope with the simple fact that I’m not a child anymore. I needed to learn how to be self-reliant and sustain my own existence rather than continue to lean on others to do the dirty work. It was during those days and those trials that I started to wonder why exactly I was doing the things I had been consumed by for so long. For the most part, my life to this point has been lived for other people and according to someone else’s standards. Whether that influence was my parents pushing me to finish college or my then girlfriend asking me to come to her dorm because she didn’t want to spend the night by herself I got very little personal enjoyment out of my life.
I’m not trying to make this sound like I was a slave to other people’s wills by any stretch. At any point, I could have just simply said no, said that I wanted to do something else. Back then I just simply didn’t have the guts to tell people that. I didn’t want to feel like I was letting people down. It was during this time that I really started gravitating towards poker, really taking the craft of being a professional poker player seriously. That was the first real schism that I would drive between myself and the other influences in my life. Poker has really changed my life a great deal since 2009. That was the first year I started going to the casino to grind 4/8 Limit Holdem and started to play more seriously online. I felt achieved staying up until 6AM making the final table of the Midnight Madness on Full Tilt. I ran around my parents’ house when I finally took down my first tournament, a $5.50 Knockout tournament. My confidence grew as I had a few weeks over the summer grinding the micros where I had $1,000 profits, a huge milestone at the time. I had a sense of purpose to what I was doing, I was competing. I was matching my wits against countless others, and I was winning.
In the aftermath of college I now find myself in a somewhat enviable position with a whole new list of circumstances and constraints. I have bet on my own ability to generate an income. I have focused all of my talents and energies on becoming a professional poker player as well as an entrepreneur. The goal ultimately is to be my own boss and to choose my own path and purpose. For the first time in my life, there is nothing stopping me. I don’t have to worry about going to class in the morning, I don’t have to make time for other people, I have no one that I am responsible for in this life except myself. Now let’s see what I can do.
I’m going to go all out from this point on. I have chosen my own path, chosen the fight that seems most worthwhile to me. I intend on treating this much like college. This is my modern day education, my real world training. If you really feel like this is something you can do, this is an arena that you belong in, then now is the time to prove it. I have a roughly five year time table where this is it. If by the time I turn 30 years old I have not achieved at least some of my goals, then I will have no choice but to move onto the next phase of life. But until that day comes I’m going to put everything I have into my work, into becoming the best I can possibly be. No more excuses, it’s time to go to work.
Spending a lot of time in the casino you tend to see the same types of people. There are the guy who’re doing the same thing you are, putting in hours upon hours at the tables. You’ll see the “after work crowd” who like to come to the casino to get drunk during happy hour rather than head to the bar across the street from the office. My personal favorite is the couple. Yes the couple, usually consisting of a guy who is very into poker and a woman who is very into her man. Together they make for endless entertainment, and just to illustrate my point I brought some examples with me to share.
Couple number one is more or less the cookie cutter example of what you’ll see. The guy is taking poker seriously. He may not be the best, but he watches poker on TV so he thinks he can handle the casino environment. He’s decked out in his finest “cool clothes.” It could be a button down shirt with some graphics on it, could be his most baller T-shirt, the point is he’s peacocking for the night. His significant other however is less than enthused about the entire process. To her poker is just some silly game that’s played in a casino. It’s all just gambling anyway. She sits behind her man and pulls out either her iPhone or iPad and starts playing games and texting friends.
An example of this couple sat down at one of my tables a few weeks ago. Long story short, the gentleman got his money in on the flop with QQ on a 6d5s3s flop. The board ran blank on the turn and a 6 on the river at which point his opponent tabled his 6s4s to win the hand. The guy just chuckled to himself and mucked his hand. Afterwards he turned to his girlfriend and asked her for more money, which made me chuckle a bit. He must have gotten some kind of look from his girl because when he turned back to the table he said, “OK guys, can you please explain to my girl what just happened and why I need to reload? She doesn’t understand poker. She doesn’t understand how unlucky I just got and how I did all I could.” No one took the bait. I seriously doubt the ride home that night was very much fun for him. If you’re going to call out your soul mate at the table, you might want to bring separate cars.
Couple number two is a younger couple. Neither of them is all that experienced at a casino and they are here sharing the moment together. Neither one really wants to wander far from the other because they are so unsure of their surroundings. As a result, they have no concept of personal space with each other. There was one such couple at one of my tables and they were sitting directly to my right. The guy was playing, the girl was watching on the rail. Normally this isn’t really a problem but this woman had three things working against her that pissed me off.
1) She decided to sit directly in between my chair and her boyfriend’s so every time I pushed my chair back to get up from the table it would bang into her chair.
2) After the first time I banged into her chair I looked over at her, she was one of those girls who wasn’t attractive but had that “hot bitch” attitude because she had a man.
3) She kept bouncing her hoof up and down next to me and poking her boyfriend with it.
I was on the tail end of my session anyway so I left without saying anything.
Bottom line, I don’t understand how either the guy or the girl can be enjoying themselves. Guys, at some point it’s ok to have a life outside your relationship. Ladies, your man is considering this “quality time” so don’t be shocked when you want to do something the next day and he says, “We just spent all day yesterday together.” Not all couples are like this either. There are the occasional couples they get it right, and each play poker, at different tables, on different sides of the room, and reconvene 4 hours later to get some food together and talk about their luck. Eh, whatever works I suppose.