My trouble with the ladies just gets worst and worst. My default bird in Manchester is giving me jip about ‘not caring enough about her…’! Well I am sorry, but that is your husband’s job my dear, not mine. Straight away the mare sends me a text about how she carried me in her heart for 3 years and that it is all over because I am a pig yadda, yadda, yadda. Couple of days later and after a stroppy text from me saying ‘’are you still upset?’’ And everything is back to normal.
I wish the cards would behave themselves like my little northern bint because the next time I get pocket Queens I might just fold them and not bother because all that I end up is trouble. Twice yesterday while in different tournament I get pocket QQ in a late position and after everyone goes into the pot I go ‘all in’ get called by very weak hands and I lose my entire stack! Why are women such queens?
I know that you should take losing into your stride etc but when I was doing it I knew that I was going to lose. In one hand the person that called me had pocket 44 -and he won on the river getting three 4‘s- AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!
To compound matters I went and had a stiff whiskey or three and started to play Omaha which is my default game when I need to left of steam and go full tilt and guess what – yep I lasted all of two rounds and got booted out by – pair of Queens. Only thing for it is another stiff whiskey or five.