I'm All In, Baby

Hmm, where should I start? The time when I showed the line cooks my nipples or the time I got so drunk at work I almost got fired?

How about the time I was so close to getting paid to get naked. With three other women.

It was a gorgeous night in the South Bay when they came in. A big group of people who had just finished a well-known poker tournament at Bay 101. Just so happens that within this group there were about 3 of the top 10 best poker players in the nation. Hot shots I guess.

One of the men was definitely drawn to me from the moment he walked in. I'm going to call him Kevin. Reason being because he looks like Kevin from The Office. Dead on, no joke. Anyway, apparently this man has spent a lot of time with cards considering that he was included in the top 10 and he kept coming up to the front desk to show me card tricks. I giggled and went along with his jokes. I mean, what's a girl supposed to do?

The night goes on and he purchases cigars from my cigar case and gives them all to his friends. They decide to play bocce ball on our outside patio. What's bocce ball you ask? It's a sport that the disadvantaged don't understand and probably have never heard of. And, no, I'm not saying that I'm more privileged 'cause I still don't understand the game. These men ask me if I could explain the rules because they've never played before. I politely refer them to someone else who is more familiar and they begin to play. Kevin comes back into the restaurant to my desk to tell me that him and his friends bet for $10,000 on who would win. YES! $10,000! These guys have never even played the fuckin' game before and they're goin' all in?!?! I don't even have that much money with my savings account and debt combined! Geez these guys have some mad addiction with gambling.

My night comes to a close and Kevin and his friends are outside playing double or nothing. I've finally clocked out and I decide to go outside to say goodbye to him and thanks for being more hospitable to me than I probably was for him.

I say, "I just wanted to come outside and say good bye. Thank you so much for being so nice."

"Oh no, thank you."

"Alright, well enjoy your stay here in San Jose."

"What do you mean? You're going home?"

"Yeah, I live an hour away." Which was true.

"Well, before you go I have get your phone number. You see that woman over there?" I nod my head. "That's my girlfriend and she just so happens to be Filipina, too. The entire night she's been asking about you, and she'll be upset with me if I don't get your phone number."

I think to myself. What the hell. As in, 'what the hell', I might as well give them my number I don't have anything to lose. "Alright, let me go inside and write my phone number on a business card for you." And, that's exactly what I do. I write my number down along with my name and bring it to Kevin. I hand it to him and he flags down his girlfriend. Honestly, she looked like she was being paid just to make an appearance with him. I mean, the guy didn't have an inkling of attractiveness to him. I wouldn't show up if I wasn't getting paid. Anyway, he introduces us and we shake hands. She walks away to play bocce ball with the rest of the group.

Kevin says, "my girlfriend has been wanting me to get your phone number because we have a hotel room next door tonight and we'd like to invite you over. She's having two of her other girlfriends come by and they're going to have a threesome."

"What about you", I ask.

"I'm just gonna watch."

What a sick bastid. Gross. I say, "aren't you a lucky guy."

"I'll be even luckier if you come by."

"Well, give me a phone call. Maybe I'll still be in town." I say my good bye's and proceed to walk away. Filipina service girl waves good bye and smiles.

As I'm passing the entrance to the restaurant I feel a hand on my back. It's Kevin. He says, "don't turn around, keep walking. Just take it and walk away." Creepy, right? I mean, it was at first until I grabbed what he was holding to my back and looked at it. $100 bill, baby. I gave the guy my phone number and I got a $100. Fuckin' dope. It's called caller ID, stupid. I ain't pickin' up your call.

I drive home and keep looking at my phone to see if they actually call.

11pm rolls by.
12am rolls by.
1:30am my phone finally rings with an unfamiliar number on the screen. IGNORE. They never call back. I gots mines. It would have been interesting to show up because I'm pretty sure he would have paid to see my sexy bod. But, last time I checked I have morals.

You win some, you lose some. Kevin, you definitely lost to me sucka. Thanks for the $100. Come again.