Leave Your Tits at the Door
The past few days were spent at my house in Fire Island. A few friends and I rented our own house for a few months, and we were nothing short of amazed when we walked into our Pottery Barn clad, dirt-free summer haven at the beach. The weekend was filled with tons of sun, plenty of alcohol, and poker.
You see, in our current Hold 'Em obsessed society, I can't say I was surprised to see tournaments going on all day long, even on the beach. But what I was surprised over was that there was not one woman playing. That is, until I joined.
Given my current obsession with the game, my eyes lit up when I saw the stack of chips. I could smell the money from across the sand. And I knew the guys running the tournaments. After a few hours of annoying reminders and ensuring that my number was in their cell phone, I received the invitation. I was going to play poker, folks.
This game was at the share house of some friends of mine. There were 9 people who paid $40 a pop to play. 8 men and myself. The winner would take $240, second place $80 and third place $40- breaking even. The game started out intense. I felt that being the only woman playing I needed to prove myself and make my gender proud. But then the strangest thing happened.
I started to play very well. I was dealt magical hands, I could bluff like the best of them, and before I knew it, I was taking money left and right from these guys. But along the way, I felt myself losing my femininity. Why is it that a woman playing poker with the guys is seen as "one of the guys?" I was wearing a low cut tank top. I had sun-kissed skin from a few days at the beach. I looked hot. But I was still the chick at the table, not the "woman." I tried to not let it get to me.
I began to really kick ass and took $70 from one guy under his eyes. After scoring my second King on the river (Hold 'Em lingo) to win, the guy said, "not only do you have tits, you have balls." Yes, I was flattered. But I felt masculine. The women who were cheering on their boyfriends looked at me strangely. Were they impressed? Were they amazed that poker is not just a guy's game?
I ended up coming in 3rd place, which means that I broke even and got my $40 back. So I didn't leave with any additional money. But I did leave with some new poker-playing guy pals. I guess when a woman joins a men's poker game, she has to leave her tits at the door.
You see, in our current Hold 'Em obsessed society, I can't say I was surprised to see tournaments going on all day long, even on the beach. But what I was surprised over was that there was not one woman playing. That is, until I joined.
Given my current obsession with the game, my eyes lit up when I saw the stack of chips. I could smell the money from across the sand. And I knew the guys running the tournaments. After a few hours of annoying reminders and ensuring that my number was in their cell phone, I received the invitation. I was going to play poker, folks.
This game was at the share house of some friends of mine. There were 9 people who paid $40 a pop to play. 8 men and myself. The winner would take $240, second place $80 and third place $40- breaking even. The game started out intense. I felt that being the only woman playing I needed to prove myself and make my gender proud. But then the strangest thing happened.
I started to play very well. I was dealt magical hands, I could bluff like the best of them, and before I knew it, I was taking money left and right from these guys. But along the way, I felt myself losing my femininity. Why is it that a woman playing poker with the guys is seen as "one of the guys?" I was wearing a low cut tank top. I had sun-kissed skin from a few days at the beach. I looked hot. But I was still the chick at the table, not the "woman." I tried to not let it get to me.
I began to really kick ass and took $70 from one guy under his eyes. After scoring my second King on the river (Hold 'Em lingo) to win, the guy said, "not only do you have tits, you have balls." Yes, I was flattered. But I felt masculine. The women who were cheering on their boyfriends looked at me strangely. Were they impressed? Were they amazed that poker is not just a guy's game?
I ended up coming in 3rd place, which means that I broke even and got my $40 back. So I didn't leave with any additional money. But I did leave with some new poker-playing guy pals. I guess when a woman joins a men's poker game, she has to leave her tits at the door.
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