A friend wrote:
> ok, no probs! good luck in the poker. >
I was at Concrete earlier and this pretty Italian-Australian woman sat down at the table next to mine. I noted her beauty, her presence, then went back to my own business.
She started talking to someone, not sure who. She said: "Hey, I am talking to you". It slowly dawned on me that the someone she was talking to was actually me. Quite chatty she was. After a while, she finished her cigarette, concluded that I wanted to eat my breakfast and went back inside to join her (girl-)friend.
Later as they were leaving, she said goodbye to me! Man! Had to pinch myself to make sure that I was still me.
Then, as I was paying the bill, the pretty blonde thing that is only ever there on Saturday asked what I had planned for tonight. When I mentioned I was going to play poker, and that I always lose money when I play poker, one of the other waitresses chipped in with: "unlucky in poker, lucky in love".
So, as I figure it, whatever happens tonight, I'm screwed.