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what they say, unlucky in blackjack, lucky in
love,” breathed Victoria, “… at least for tonight.”
A
girl with a price tag, I mused. I continued processing her words, as she kept luring me into her web.
“Do
you like to play blackjack, craps or Texas Hold ’em?” she asked, sensing my
immediate apprehension and trying to change the subject.
“I guess it depends on how the cards fall on any given night.”
“Would you kindly stake me at the blackjack table, please? I
promise you can have the winnings. I just like to play.”
With that, she led me to the $10 tables. Sitting down, she licked
her lips and looked at me, anticipating just how generous my nature might be
after her grandiose attempt at subtle seduction. I figured it was worth a
couple of Franklins to see how far her ruse would go.
Surprisingly, Victoria played the game extremely well. Over the
course of twenty minutes, she’d returned my investment, while tripling hers.
“Excellent, young lady, I absolutely wasn’t expecting that.”
“What do you mean, D?”
“Truthfully, I just thought you would bet fast and heavy, lose it
all, and stick your hand out for more.”
“Noo … I told you; I just like to play … with other people’s money,
not mine,” she continued. “When I play with my own money, I lose. However, when
I play with someone else’s,” she giggled, “money that is, I’m more cautious and
bet smarter and wiser. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know.”
“I didn’t see that one coming,” I quipped.
“What? Did you think I was just trying to take your money by
promising you my exquisite company?”
“Something
like that.”
“What
kind of girl do you think I am, D?”
“Truthfully,
I thought I’d already determined that, and we were just in the middle of negotiating
a price.” I haven’t been slapped in the face in quite a while, so it was
sobering — especially since I didn’t see it coming.
“It’s
your eyes asshole; your bedroom brown eyes that initially drew me to you. Plus,
you looked sad. And you have the audacity to think that just because I hit on
you, I’m a hooker? Jeez!”
“Victoria,
dear,” I said, rubbing my now sore face. “It crossed my mind more than once or
twice. What would cause someone as bodacious as you to be in a casino late at
night hitting on a man who is by no means a prize?”
“Why
do you say that about yourself, D? Besides your eyes, you’re a handsome man. I
like your beard. It’s distinguished. Or it would be if you were decked out in a
three-piece suit, rather than your ratty old jeans and scuffed up cowboy
boots.”
“Thank
you for the compliments, Vic … I can call you Vic. Can’t I?”
“You
may. Thank you for asking first, otherwise I might have been offended. … Just
kidding.”
“Forgive
my rush to judgment. Just so you understand, it’s been a while since I’ve been
in the presence of a redhead as beautiful as you.
“You
don’t have a significant other?”
“Maybe,
possibly, I have something wonderful currently in the making. You?”
“I
did for eight long years, but thankfully … hmmmm.... no more.”
“The
way you said that makes me think there’s some bitterness there.”
“You
don’t need to hear my life story. We just met, and I bet you still think I’m
some kind of lady of the evening trying to seduce you so I can steal you
blind.”
“It’s
your hair, asshole,” I imitating her. “Your luxurious red hair says I want to
know more about you.” Laughing, I continued. “I’m sorry, Vic. I just couldn’t
resist that one.”
“You
have to put on your big-boy pants if you’re going to play with me. You asked
for it. Buckle your seatbelt. Here goes:
“I
met the love of my life while we were in college. I was a sophomore in
political science, and he was a senior in pre-med. We married. I dropped out of
school and worked full time while putting him through his last year of college
and then all the way through med school.
love,” breathed Victoria, “… at least for tonight.”
A
girl with a price tag, I mused. I continued processing her words, as she kept luring me into her web.
“Do
you like to play blackjack, craps or Texas Hold ’em?” she asked, sensing my
immediate apprehension and trying to change the subject.
“I guess it depends on how the cards fall on any given night.”
“Would you kindly stake me at the blackjack table, please? I
promise you can have the winnings. I just like to play.”
With that, she led me to the $10 tables. Sitting down, she licked
her lips and looked at me, anticipating just how generous my nature might be
after her grandiose attempt at subtle seduction. I figured it was worth a
couple of Franklins to see how far her ruse would go.
Surprisingly, Victoria played the game extremely well. Over the
course of twenty minutes, she’d returned my investment, while tripling hers.
“Excellent, young lady, I absolutely wasn’t expecting that.”
“What do you mean, D?”
“Truthfully, I just thought you would bet fast and heavy, lose it
all, and stick your hand out for more.”
“Noo … I told you; I just like to play … with other people’s money,
not mine,” she continued. “When I play with my own money, I lose. However, when
I play with someone else’s,” she giggled, “money that is, I’m more cautious and
bet smarter and wiser. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know.”
“I didn’t see that one coming,” I quipped.
“What? Did you think I was just trying to take your money by
promising you my exquisite company?”
“Something
like that.”
“What
kind of girl do you think I am, D?”
“Truthfully,
I thought I’d already determined that, and we were just in the middle of negotiating
a price.” I haven’t been slapped in the face in quite a while, so it was
sobering — especially since I didn’t see it coming.
“It’s
your eyes asshole; your bedroom brown eyes that initially drew me to you. Plus,
you looked sad. And you have the audacity to think that just because I hit on
you, I’m a hooker? Jeez!”
“Victoria,
dear,” I said, rubbing my now sore face. “It crossed my mind more than once or
twice. What would cause someone as bodacious as you to be in a casino late at
night hitting on a man who is by no means a prize?”
“Why
do you say that about yourself, D? Besides your eyes, you’re a handsome man. I
like your beard. It’s distinguished. Or it would be if you were decked out in a
three-piece suit, rather than your ratty old jeans and scuffed up cowboy
boots.”
“Thank
you for the compliments, Vic … I can call you Vic. Can’t I?”
“You
may. Thank you for asking first, otherwise I might have been offended. … Just
kidding.”
“Forgive
my rush to judgment. Just so you understand, it’s been a while since I’ve been
in the presence of a redhead as beautiful as you.
“You
don’t have a significant other?”
“Maybe,
possibly, I have something wonderful currently in the making. You?”
“I
did for eight long years, but thankfully … hmmmm.... no more.”
“The
way you said that makes me think there’s some bitterness there.”
“You
don’t need to hear my life story. We just met, and I bet you still think I’m
some kind of lady of the evening trying to seduce you so I can steal you
blind.”
“It’s
your hair, asshole,” I imitating her. “Your luxurious red hair says I want to
know more about you.” Laughing, I continued. “I’m sorry, Vic. I just couldn’t
resist that one.”
“You
have to put on your big-boy pants if you’re going to play with me. You asked
for it. Buckle your seatbelt. Here goes:
“I
met the love of my life while we were in college. I was a sophomore in
political science, and he was a senior in pre-med. We married. I dropped out of
school and worked full time while putting him through his last year of college
and then all the way through med school.
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