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Where Are You Now, MaryJane?
A game of interest with sensuality involved.
WHERE ARE YOU MARYJANE
We all have mysteries in our lives, good, bad or otherwise, and as poker players we’re always open to listen to our fellow players stories. Why? We love the action.
I was in Monterey, California sitting in the local card room, a virtual hangout for addicted poker players like myself. The game back then was not Texas Hold’em, but Five Card Stud.
This girl walked into the place, bought some chips, and sat down at the table, a cute one with shabby cloths, but very sweet. At that time it was unusual to see a girl come into a smoky card room filled with all guys and play poker.
You could notice all the guys at the table eyeballing her. Not for her looks, but for her chips. She said hello to most of them and anted up for the next hand. The dealer preceded, one of the players said to her, “what’s your name”. She looked over at him and said “Mary Jane”. He shook his head.
The first couple of hands she lost. I then noticed she was staring at me, I looked over at her and nodded, she smiled.
The next hand she won a sizeable pot which just about brought her back the losses she had. She looked over at me, and very softly winked.She was attractive in her own way and if I remember, a chill ran up my back, wow! Male adrenaline.
That wink, also made me wonder, “Can this girl really play well?”. My gut feeling wasn’t to wrong, after about 2 hours of play, she had a fair amount of the chips that were on the table in front of her.
She then stopped playing and thanked the players for a good game; she stood up to leave, and looked over at me and said “can I buy you a coffee?”
I didn’t hesitate and said “Yes” I got up from the table and we both walked out of the card room. I won’t go into what happened next, I’ll leave that to your imagination, but, I will say to you “never judge a book by its cover”.
So “where are you now, Mary Jane?”