June Low-Content Thread

[private joker]

lol girls.

I get to Commerce last night and sit down in a mediocre must-move 20 game when the girl I'm seeing calls to tell me she's going to come meet me there and play blackjack.

I do okay in the intervening moments, winning about 9BBs before she calls again to say she just lost $400 at blackjack and is coming over to the poker table. She knows nothing about holdem. So I pull up a chair behind me and prepare to be 'that guy.' Also, she knows I usually win so she's expecting me to show her that I wasn't lying and I'm actually not some degenerate who blows a grand every night gambooling. I gave up trying to explain the difference between poker and blackjack in terms of expected value.

She starts sweating me as I post my BB. I usually don't look at my cards 'til it's my turn to act, but right after I get both of them she leans forward and taps my shoulder, wanting to see what I have. *sigh*. I show her (and probably the guy next to me) my 94o. There's a PFR and I fold. She goes, "play the next one OK?"

The next hand I'm in the SB and I pick up black KK. When she sees my cards, she actually goes "oh!" and kicks my chair, then bounces on her seat. Really? I pray nobody is noticing what is going on, and as I look around I realize I'm lucky to be at Commerce where everyone is a clueless zombie.

So UTG and UTG+1 both limp, and it's folded to the button who raises. I 3-bet, BB folds, and the two limpers cold-call and the button calls. I lean forward and try to ignore my girlfriend as much as possible for the rest of the hand lest she start blowing [censored] smoke signals to tell everyone what I have.

4 to the flop for 13SBs. Flop comes Q[img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img] J[img]/images/graemlins/spade.gif[/img] 3[img]/images/graemlins/club.gif[/img]. I bet, EP1 folds, EP2 calls, button calls.

Turn is a 5[img]/images/graemlins/club.gif[/img]. BB bangs the table and says "good 3-bet!" I bet, EP calls, button folds.

2 to the river for 10BBs. River is the T[img]/images/graemlins/club.gif[/img]. I bet, EP raises. My heart sinks and I realize I'm going to lose a 14BB pot right off the bat, showing off how "great" I am at poker, but I make the easy/crying call.

EP shows down A[img]/images/graemlins/club.gif[/img] 2[img]/images/graemlins/spade.gif[/img] for the bluff and I rake in $560 in chips as my girlfriend starts clapping and leans forward asking "what did you make, a pair?"

"Yes," I said. "I had one pair." And smiled inside at EP's flop peel.

Two hands later I picked up AQ, there was a raise, I 3-bet and got it HU, then took it down on a Qxx flop.

Two hands after that, I got AJs and flopped broadway. Now I'm up $900 and the girl goes "oh my god you won so much! You should quit now!"

Even though I'd only played for an hour or so, I decided that was the best course of action. Next time, I'm not telling her when I go to Commerce. Even though now she thinks she is my lucky charm.