Waiting on ya

" The girl in the red pants "

"Kettle one, tonic with two limes", I spout to the bartender as I release a crisp $100 dollar bill from my clip. "Kettle one, classy", an attractive but iffy blonde whom I have yet to meet, says while noticing my cash and giving me that "buy me a drink and I'm yours for 5 minutes minimum, could be more depending on your game and purchase of more drinks" type of expression. I know these girls. I have never been, nor will I ever be that guy. I'm the guy the girl looks for after she gets the drink bought for her by the weak individual who assumes it's his one way ticket to smash city, despite his lack of verbal and physical attraction. Girls- I swear they are toxic filth wrapped in a delicious coating, like hotdogs. Girls are fkcing hot dogs.

Now that being said, if you know how to execute your attractors you will always have the upper hand, and simply buying a drink for a girl doesn't usually get you where it's so assumed to. Any who, this isn't a how to guide so I'll get back to the story. "What should I be drinking at a place like this?" I sarcastically let out to which she responds in extreme and precise detail "I don't know, like beer or something." I nod and I begin to walk away, confident that this will only under rep my hand strength and have her value owning herself in a few moments once some nugget buys her a beverage or two and the denial and curiosity sets in. It'll never get there though, because along with her being a total dingle, out of the corner of my eye I notice these bright red pants glaring through the outside bar and drawing me in as if they were saying "rip me off." I'm stunned, and I know I'm not going to be able to do anything else for the rest of the night with that perfect ass and legs lodged in my brain. My friend is wandering off so I approach with the swag of my ancestors engraved deep inside of my soul and I interrupt the girls meaningless chatting so it's known from the start that I mean business and whatever they're talking about isn't important.

"Excuse me, I hope I'm not intruding, but your red pants are just really throwing off my vibe," I say, followed by a well timed sip and smirk combo. "Really, How so?" She gleams a playful but cautious glare that rips through me just deep enough to keep me on the hook and prepare to reel me in. Although, I'm a stone wall so it'll take more than a well made up face to KO me. "Well, they're distracting me from all of these girls who would normally have some of my attention but are forced to go without because my eyes are stuck on you. So, the way I see it is you owe it to them to completely take advantage of my attention that you've hijacked from them to make up for it- that or you could just change your pants." She smiles, flips the hair and looks down. I'm in.

I continue with another barrel on the river to close it out, "let's go get a drink." She studies my body language, but I can tell by the expression on her face that she can't fold. She calls and my hand is good. You can use your imagination to figure out how the rest of the night went if you'd like. Now I know what you're thinking. I just said I'm not the guy who buys girls drinks, which isn't entirely true. I'm not the guy who gets told to buy girls drinks, but if the upper hand which I referred to earlier is mine indefinitely, a drink is an essential tool in a gentleman's arsenal. Proof that body language in not just poker but in life is a crucial factor in the amount of success you will or could've had.

Enough nightlife, onto poker. My week has been great, my last 5 sessions logged are- +1420, +380, -700, +1800, +540. I played 50 hours this week, 6 days with today off as usual. One good spot comes that comes to mind. I raise 79 of hearts in the hijack to 20, big blind calls, next to him raises to 75. I've got a pretty lag image at this table at the moment and villain is a big enough nit, so I decide to re-pop to 190 with about 2500 in front, villain has 1100. Frustrated, he calls and the flop brings 4 K 10, two clubs. He throws out 200, I call instantly, planning on making a move on a club or any connecting card to get him off AK. Turn brings the 8 of clubs, villain tosses out 200, I ask what he has behind and jam before he's done counting, sending him into the tank. He folds his K face up, in disgust and I take down a nice pot.

In other news, the WSOP circuit in Council Bluffs, IA is this week and next I believe and I have yet to make it up to the Horseshoe. For anyone who hasn't been there, don't underestimate the 2/5 action in that room. It is by far the deepest I've seen at that level and extremely good but dangerous action that plays like a 5/10 or bigger. So if you're ever in the unfortunate territory of Iowa, do stop by and experience it for yourself. I haven't been in too many games around the world yet, but for what I have seen that is one spewy game. I'm eager to play in it as I'm sure it can only get better during their WSOP circuit so I may catch the tail end of the series and the main event, but like I've mentioned, Iowa isn't too appealing to me at the moment. Although a big tourney bink could be exactly what I need to mentally "feel" like a seasoned professional, I'm focused entirely on getting rolled for 5/10 and up as soon as possible. 10k for the summer and 50k for the year was definitely an underestimation. New goals are 30k by the end of the summer, and at least 100k for the year. Cheers.
-B

Dude you are a beast. Let's meet up soon for those beers and ladies and crushing everyone else's f**king face In Poker.

You have a way with words B. Great thread, best of luck.

solid thread title, looking forward to reading

F yeah, subbed!

You already know homie! We'll be in touch, us 2/5 soul crushers are gonna come together and overthrow the world soon!

Thanks for joining in brotha, hope you enjoy!

Thank you glad you've enjoyed it so far, stay awhile!

Thanks dude, enjoy!

Ok... I perused the thread until I stumbled upon this post. DEFO F'ing subbed. GLGL OP.

What do you mean "enough about nightlife?" MOAR! I'm living vicariously through you.

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Then more it is! I won't disappoint.

Diggin your consistency and dedication. Keep this **** up and best of luck brotha man. Subbed and will frequent.

Appreciate you dedicating your first post to my thread, enjoy brotha!

Awesome write up man! I can literally visualize everything, love they way you illustrate with such detail. MOARRRRRRR!

Respekt-

"Coloradhoes and pricey room service"

I thought I wasn't going to be drinking too much, at least for a while. Then again, I've thought a lot of things, and I only drink when the occasion insists upon it. I thought I was going to finish college. I thought I was going to be unsuccessful at life at one point, before college. I thought I'd play professional tennis. All of which, "thoughts" being the keyword, mean nothing, zilch, nadaaaa. E.E. Cummings once wrote; "To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle, which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting." Thoughts are figments of your imagination, and since they're your figments, in your exclusive, yet made up imagination, they are yours and only yours to establish your own boundaries upon. Picture a huge and mighty horse, with a weak rope tied around him, that's also attached to a lawn chair. The rope can't possibly restrict him by the laws of physics, but can it mentally keep him in place? Until he releases the barriers that only exist in his little horse mind and tries to pull away, yes it most definitely can. And it will.

I look to the right, followed by a glance to the left. The sun reflects in, illuminating the already bright bed sheets in this unfamiliar hotel suite. I sprawl out with both arms, reaching for my phone without moving, and I hit something hard. It's a near empty bottle of Chardonnay spilling out onto the bed. I peak over the side and notice three more bottles of various champagne's scattered alongside the bottom, all of which, unbeknownst to me at the time, ended up being close to $150 a piece. Underneath one of the bottles which once harbored the apparent liquid gold, is my phone. Great! A few friends of mine decided they wanted to make a spontaneous trip to Denver this weekend, and as you should've noticed by now, I'm not one to exclude myself from spurts of spontaneity. So here I am, replaying the events of the weekend, with a bottle of smart water and a room service menu at hand. A $10 bottle of smart water. You'd think having a keen eye for detail at the tables would translate to reading the fine print price tags of the suite menu. Phuck me. I'm going to Denny's.

"You can stand under my umbrella-ella, ella, ay, ay, ay", are the lyrics I hear blaring from the bathroom and interrupting my gathering thoughts. I met a lovely little number last night during our nightlife hopping. She's gorgeous, with a Nina Donrev vibe that just drives me nuts. The bathroom door opens and she comes out wearing only the towel on her head and her perfectly aligned smile. Life is fun.

Loud dubstep is erupting through this club, the bass is vibrating up my shirt and making my heart feel.. weird, that good type of weird, though. I notice her standing by the bar, lonely, with the occasional club lights bouncing off her face and enhancing her already high cheekbones and highlighted hair. I'm going in. "Hey could you hold this for a moment", I say, as I offer my closed fist knuckles up with my gin and tonic in the other. She looks at it, and smiles slightly. "Well, what is it?" I lock eyes, give her a trust me type of smirk, that screams boss when paired and timed correctly, and keep my hand there.. waiting. She obliges, and I grab her hand, she squeezes, and bursts into laughter. "Oh I must've lost it, I really had something important in there", I say in joking manner. " Oh that's very smooth, what's next? How long am I supposed to hold this"? She challenges sarcastically. "Do I make you nervous?" I say to which she responds, "a bit, yes." Women love being told what to do, alongside a dash of mystery. "Next we dance, then you can let go.. in the morning, if you want", I dictate, impressing even myself in the speed and precision of my offer. I pull her away, she follows, we dance and well.. revert up. ^

I skipped the WSOP circuit. Council Bluffs isn't going anywhere, and I can make the trek anytime. 4/20 was yesterday, and they seem to love it here. I don't, really. I have no use for drugs, never have and never will, but my friends thought it would be a fun adventure and they were right. The mountains were sick, and it was definitely worth visiting. I've never been, and I want to see everything, try most things, so why not right? Similar to the horse I referred to previously, there's no point of staying roped up to a place when there's so much to experience ahead of you. I'm up 4k for the week, without playing Friday and Saturday. This week was pretty good action, I managed to jump into a deep 5/10 that plays pretty similar to the 2/5 here, although the whales are just sitting deeper, especially after midnight when the 75% rule is in effect. I'm pretty confident at that level, but I still want to put in many more hours at 2/5, so that when I make the leap it is permanent and well maneuvered.

I have been contemplating buying a Porsche if I reach my goals for the year, but I'm the pickiest person I know, so a commitment like that would take me about a year or so to figure out. I mean, it took me a few months just to figure out whether I wanted Bose headphones or Beats Executives. I went with the Bose, which was smart, but the point is I'm cautious. HPT starts this week, I'm stoked. I'm not sure what I'll do it I have a 6 figure payday, quit my job and head to Bora Bora, perhaps? Lol.. kidding. Take the risks guys, you'll never know whats beyond that lawn chair until you rip the rope away. Break the barriers, make sure they're calculated, researched, and studied beforehand. Your setbacks make a bigger imprint than your triumphs. Learn from them so you don't repeat them. Cheers.
-B

Coloradhoes loooooooool. How was the bill?

Was about $700 lol

"What's the cost of hoping when I've lost my focus, and of course I'm coughing cause I'm claustrophobic and the coffin's closing" -Kinetics

Playing HPT all week, event #1 tommorrow, pretty pumped. Getting a necessary stretch session in post workout then following up with a steam and another half gallon of water. Oh babyyy- I'm ready for a bink, hopefully don't table draw Blair Hinkle, but then again how dank would a heads up showdown be?

Lol, had the same idea. 911 baby. Audi R8. Choices....

Good decision going with the Bose

Jealous of your female successes while travelling.... teach me game?

I've been thinking possibly Audi for a while too. I could teach you haha, it's simple bro, everything is perspective! The most comfortable in the interaction always has the upper hand.

You have an awesome writing style.

In for adventures and writing tips.

What's your BR? regular $5/10 shots with <$30k and heavy spending habits is very aggro.

Glad you enjoyed it bro! Started thread with about 15k+ so I've never been in bad shape and everything's been pretty calculated.