So this is my mid-Vegas Christmas season update.
Things didn't start too well. I have a bad, long tournament experience to report—it literally stunk. Already told you about the bad suckout I had last week (see here). A couple of nights later I had a real good nite—so good that I posted a pic of my stack under the title "chip porn" on Twitter. That was basically the result of two big hands that I probably played badly. I owe you guys that report too.
Yesterday I had a better—but still frustrating—tournament to write up for you. Yes, I cashed, and no, it wasn't the dreaded min-cash. But still, it will give me a chance to once again vent about how much I hate current tournament payout structures. Honestly, they suck. I think I may have to use my vast influence in the poker world to lobby tournament directors to make their payouts more fish friendly. But that's a rant for another time.
But I need to be brief for this post. Shouldn't be a problem for me, right? So I'll just tell you about my brief hooker encounter from last nite. Because everyone loves a hooker story, right?
It was approaching midnite and I was just wandering around a certain Big Strip Casino, enjoying the atmosphere (yeah, that's a good word for it) when, walking towards the lobby I noticed an attractive black woman just sitting in front of a slot machine, looking at the passersby. Before I even got near her my spidey-sense alerted me to her probable occupation. This was confirmed when I heard her say, "Hey baby, whatcha doing?" to me as I passed by her. I didn't turn towards her at all, just kept walking. I wasn't really in the mood to chat with a working girl.
But then, about 20 minutes later, I was walking up in the opposite direction. I was actually walking away from the area where ladies-of-the-evening are known (by me, at least) to congregate. Earlier, I had seen a woman who I recognized as a professional. I turned away to avoid her. I recalled that I had already talked to this woman on a previous Vegas visit. It was many months ago, possibly even a few years ago. But I was sure she had tried to solicit me some time ago, even if the details were fuzzy. In fact, I recalled seeing her either earlier this trip or on a previous recent trip (like maybe the Halloween trip). I was actually sure I had seen her multiple times since the time we chatted.
She kinds of stands out, that's why I recall her. She has light red hair, and is a tad older than most of the girls who you see working this casino. She was wearing tight, ripped jeans and high heels (kind of a weird combination). She was not exceptional flashy looking, that's for sure. Top was rather plain, showing just a little bit of cleavage.
Anyway, as I was making my way away from the lobby, we passed each other and I purposely looked away. I actually think we had passed earlier and she didn't say anything, and I wondered if she remembered me and knew I was a waste of her time.
But this time, a few seconds after we had passed each other, I felt a pat on my back and turned around; it was her. "Hi, where are going?" I kind of shrugged and she said, "We've talked before, haven't we? I remember you."
Well that was true, but of course, that line could be said to anyone just as way of starting a conversation. But since I was sure we had talked, I believe she did indeed recognize me.
I confirmed that I remembered her as well. So she said, "Why don't we have a drink together?"
I said no, I wasn't interested.
"Oh come on. It's really cold outside, isn't it?" That was certainly true I said no. "Actually, I have no money. I lost tonight." That was a lie, I'm happy to report.
"Oh, stop lying." How did she know?
She asked where I was from. I dunno why I told her the truth, but I did. "L.A."
"Oh yes, I should have remembered that." Now, I couldn't recall all the details of our previous conversation, but after talking to her I was sure that she was one of the ladies I'd had more than a two-word conversation with and I probably did tell her that I was from L.A. Seems rather harmless info to reveal. In fact, talking to her last nite, I was sure that we had a very similar conversation the last time and I was trying to remember if I ever blogged about our encounter.
In the meantime, I noticed the bit of cleavage she was showing and came to a snap decision that it was very possible she still had her original factory installed equipment, which would be rather unusual for her profession.
She reiterated her suggestion that we have a drink. I said, "No, sorry, I really just want to get to bed." Then, realizing what I had said, I added, "Alone."
She wasn't giving up, and asked if I came to L.A. alone or with friends. I kind of fumbled around with my response. "Alone….but I come to see friends. I have friends here…….I actually have a girlfriend here." OK, that was a fib.
She said, "Oh that's nice. So tonight you could have two girlfriends."
Hmm…..wasn't sure if she meant a three-way or that she would just be filling in for the night. I suppose it might depend on how big my sockroll was.
I said no thanks. I told her I had to get going and she said ok, and patted me on the chest. She actually patted me on the chest or shoulder a few times during the conversation. Hmm…I supposed I could have returned the favor and patted her on the chest too—for a price.
I took off and so did she. This encounter left me scratching my head to recall if I had actually written here about our previous encounter. I knew we had had an extended conversation, like the one we'd just had, so I would have bet it was blog worthy material. I couldn't recall writing about it though.
So today I tried to scan through all my hooker posts to find it. Initially, I remembered a post I entitled "A Very Personable Hooker", and figured that had to be it. She was very personable. But I reread that post and the lady in question was blonde. I give fake names to people, but not fake hair color. I suppose the gal last night may have dyed her hair since, but I have to say, it was very natural looking. I suppose I might have found out if it was indeed her natural color had I accepted her proposal. But let's face it, these days, it's unlikely the evidence would be there. And besides, one of the reasons that I remembered this lady was because of her red hair, I recognized the red hair.