Picture this.
You're sitting at the poker table.
You're holding great cards.
Just from the flop itself you've got the perfect hand in front of you.
You know your chances of winning are really high.
Everyone has folded.
Its just you and one other.
Your gut tells you she stands no chance.
You don't want to scare her away.
You bet small, coaxing her to follow.
You reach the last phase, the river has just ended.
You place your bet, not too big you tell yourself.
She FOLDS.
Don't you hate it when that happens?
You put so much care and effort in molding and crafting your perfect game and it doesn't pull through.
You put your heart into it thinking that nothing could go wrong.
WRONG.
Everything can and will go wrong, in the wise and true words of Murphy.
I did my best I guess.
Tried to keep the bids small to coax the other.
I guess it was too much, too quick, too soon.
I guess that's what happens when you barbecue your satay with a naked flame.
It appears to be cooking fast, yes.
The results come quick.
But inside, the meat remains raw.
The final result, a ruined satay.
And a bad stomach.
twistedshaft.
14/12/08
still hanging on the words you said, "Next time I guess, sorry."
