This story starts off with me quietly sitting in my favorite cafe browsing a god awful erotic novel ...when a guy (I know) stops by & starts delving into his personal journey as a poker star/master.. I swear it was this random, out of the blue
He talks about his desire to possibly quit his job & start playing poker for a living, shows me a snapshot of his wins (couple benjamins spread out)... how he loves it, the psychological/mental techniques involved, etc etc
Encourages me to start too...
I'm like.... uhhh ...this guy doesn't realize who he's talking to ...
But do men literally get turned on by landing a fistful or more of cash ??
He told me it takes me thousands of hours to master poker...
What does money represent to men anyway... (who's secure)
And why don't women chase money (itself)
Noooo .. I really don't have a compelling urge to play poker for losing, gaining money... or even mind games
Now if it was russian roulette or a duel .. I'm in! Let's do this