A little lonely...
So I don't know how normal this is, but it's been very hard to get back to the point where having good sleep is possible. Ever since the break up, I want to say that I've had, maybe, a week's worth of good nights of sleep... and those happened to be on the nights when the ex would come over to have sex and stay the night with me. Aside from those, and due to our HUGE falling out a couple of weeks ago, I can no longer achieve, in any way, good sleep.
See, I have had a few women here and there who I've had the opportunity to sleep with, in both manners possible, The problem is that I don't feel like being a whore and sleeping with women just so that I may have a good night's sleep. It feels dirty for me, it also feels horrible on my part to use women like that. ... not to mention how damn picky I am. And I am.
So I'm thinking that I need to fall in love and be throw into a world of happy pleasant feelings. Guh. Maybe someday I suppose.
I need to find someone who'll love me as much as I know I can love someone. Blah.
Find me someone to love.
So I don't know how normal this is, but it's been very hard to get back to the point where having good sleep is possible. Ever since the break up, I want to say that I've had, maybe, a week's worth of good nights of sleep... and those happened to be on the nights when the ex would come over to have sex and stay the night with me. Aside from those, and due to our HUGE falling out a couple of weeks ago, I can no longer achieve, in any way, good sleep.
See, I have had a few women here and there who I've had the opportunity to sleep with, in both manners possible, The problem is that I don't feel like being a whore and sleeping with women just so that I may have a good night's sleep. It feels dirty for me, it also feels horrible on my part to use women like that. ... not to mention how damn picky I am. And I am.
So I'm thinking that I need to fall in love and be throw into a world of happy pleasant feelings. Guh. Maybe someday I suppose.
I need to find someone who'll love me as much as I know I can love someone. Blah.
Find me someone to love.
So I did a tournament tonight; nothing big, just a $50 buy-in.
A few lessons I learned:
1. A nice beer before the tournament can calm your nerves and relax your mind.
2. I STILL love baby connectors.
3. You never want to be put on penalty. :-/
4. The old adage "A chip and a chair..." finally became true in my mind.
So my uncle and I get to the casino about half hour before the tournament started and we decided that, since it was Cinco de Mayo and the beers were hella cheap, we would have a nice cold one before the start of the tournament. It was nice to have a Newcastle for only $1.50.
On to the poker.
When I sit down, I notice that I'm sitting with some of the highest places players from this casino, points wise. This nerves me a bit, but I decide that I'm going to play my game in order to get prepared for the WSOP.
First hand: 5/7 off-suit. I'm on the button, but decide that since no one raised it, I would. 3 times the blind- 150- and I got 3 callers.
Flop: 5h-6d-7s
Check-Check to me, I raise another 200.
Call/Call
Turn: Qs
Check- bet 200- I call- small blind folds.
Heads Up.
River: 7d
seat 9 bets 500, I push all in-
Insta call.
he turns over Q/A
I show my boat... he's crushed--- out within 5 minutes.
Second hand: 3/4 off suit. Again, I raise and I get 4 callers this time.
Flop: 5s, 6c, 7s
Big Blind bets 300, fold, fold, fold, I raise another 300- he calls.
Turn: Ah
BB bets 500, I push all in- he calls.
He turns over Q/7 off suit, I show my straight.
River: blank
Take another person out- 2 within 10 minutes.
Those are two of the four hands i'm going to write about. Anyways, the point I'm getting at is that baby connectors, are a beautiful thing, and they are under appreciated.
Anyways, so obviously I was off to a great start. I had more than tripled up my starting stack within a few short minutes and was going to lay low for a while. I would continue to win some pots and build up. Let's fast forward to the last 5 tables, shall we (140 players entered this, btw).
I get Q/10 off suit.
Old man raises pre-flop to a couple thousand, I call. Heads up.
Flop: Qd, 9c, 7c
Old man bets 1800. I call.
Turn: Jh
Old man pushes all in. I think...I think for a long while. This would be for most of my chips. But I have high pair, with a good kicker.
Someone at the table calls clock on me. I start talking to the old man. Trying to get some kind of read out of him. Couldn't get one. my head is spinning cause- what if he's holding 8/10? what if he already has two pair? Maybe he's on a flush draw with the clubs?
I fold my hand. All the players ask what I had- I tell- they all said they would have called. Old man mucks his cards- which is fine, I expect that after a big bet off.
What happens next, since I'm already kicking myself for not calling and feel myself going on tilt, is what pushes me over an edge I didn't know I had in a card room. The players are talking about the hand still, since it was a big pot... and the old man looks at me and says, "Yeah, you're weak, you don't have the balls to call me"...!!!!
I take my glasses off and say, "are you fucking kidding me right now??" Dealer gives me a warning, but I'm still heated... and old man just laughs at me... I said, "Don't fucking talk to me like that...." and I get put on penalty. I have to wait for the button to go all the way around for me to come back in.
Problem: As this happened, blinds now went up to 1000/2000. I would have to miss both my blinds and because of that massive hit, I only had about 5000 chips left. I went outside, thinking that I was done in this tournament, which was now down to 3 tables, cause people like to get eliminated with the quickness when it's getting down to the final tables. I come back after my little intermission.
Juan now has 1750 chips left, due to antes and blinds. Pocket 6/6's. All in.
2 callers. Both holding A/J
Board misses both of them. I triple up.
2 hands later. K/Q all in.
2 callers, again. One with A/5, another with 9/10.
Board: 2, 2, Q, 3, K
Again, I triple up. At this point, my uncle has been eliminated, I had the shortest stack when I came back, of the remaining players, and now I was close, but not quite there, to chip average.
Top 2 tables. One player pushes all in- I call with my American Airlines. I get cracked with a straight.
I'm crippled again. Get A/K, push all in and hit neither of them. I'm out of the tournament. 14th out of 140... not bad, I'd say... especially due to the penalty I incurred.
Overall, It was a good experience for me. I needed to be put on penalty, and it was the best thing for my tilt I was on. I learned that I'm a better poker player than I thought- and better than most there- to come back from so far behind with over 30 players left.
No cussing at the WSOP, that's for sure. I don't think I can handle an hour penalty. So yeah, that's my poker story.
A few lessons I learned:
1. A nice beer before the tournament can calm your nerves and relax your mind.
2. I STILL love baby connectors.
3. You never want to be put on penalty. :-/
4. The old adage "A chip and a chair..." finally became true in my mind.
So my uncle and I get to the casino about half hour before the tournament started and we decided that, since it was Cinco de Mayo and the beers were hella cheap, we would have a nice cold one before the start of the tournament. It was nice to have a Newcastle for only $1.50.
On to the poker.
When I sit down, I notice that I'm sitting with some of the highest places players from this casino, points wise. This nerves me a bit, but I decide that I'm going to play my game in order to get prepared for the WSOP.
First hand: 5/7 off-suit. I'm on the button, but decide that since no one raised it, I would. 3 times the blind- 150- and I got 3 callers.
Flop: 5h-6d-7s
Check-Check to me, I raise another 200.
Call/Call
Turn: Qs
Check- bet 200- I call- small blind folds.
Heads Up.
River: 7d
seat 9 bets 500, I push all in-
Insta call.
he turns over Q/A
I show my boat... he's crushed--- out within 5 minutes.
Second hand: 3/4 off suit. Again, I raise and I get 4 callers this time.
Flop: 5s, 6c, 7s
Big Blind bets 300, fold, fold, fold, I raise another 300- he calls.
Turn: Ah
BB bets 500, I push all in- he calls.
He turns over Q/7 off suit, I show my straight.
River: blank
Take another person out- 2 within 10 minutes.
Those are two of the four hands i'm going to write about. Anyways, the point I'm getting at is that baby connectors, are a beautiful thing, and they are under appreciated.
Anyways, so obviously I was off to a great start. I had more than tripled up my starting stack within a few short minutes and was going to lay low for a while. I would continue to win some pots and build up. Let's fast forward to the last 5 tables, shall we (140 players entered this, btw).
I get Q/10 off suit.
Old man raises pre-flop to a couple thousand, I call. Heads up.
Flop: Qd, 9c, 7c
Old man bets 1800. I call.
Turn: Jh
Old man pushes all in. I think...I think for a long while. This would be for most of my chips. But I have high pair, with a good kicker.
Someone at the table calls clock on me. I start talking to the old man. Trying to get some kind of read out of him. Couldn't get one. my head is spinning cause- what if he's holding 8/10? what if he already has two pair? Maybe he's on a flush draw with the clubs?
I fold my hand. All the players ask what I had- I tell- they all said they would have called. Old man mucks his cards- which is fine, I expect that after a big bet off.
What happens next, since I'm already kicking myself for not calling and feel myself going on tilt, is what pushes me over an edge I didn't know I had in a card room. The players are talking about the hand still, since it was a big pot... and the old man looks at me and says, "Yeah, you're weak, you don't have the balls to call me"...!!!!
I take my glasses off and say, "are you fucking kidding me right now??" Dealer gives me a warning, but I'm still heated... and old man just laughs at me... I said, "Don't fucking talk to me like that...." and I get put on penalty. I have to wait for the button to go all the way around for me to come back in.
Problem: As this happened, blinds now went up to 1000/2000. I would have to miss both my blinds and because of that massive hit, I only had about 5000 chips left. I went outside, thinking that I was done in this tournament, which was now down to 3 tables, cause people like to get eliminated with the quickness when it's getting down to the final tables. I come back after my little intermission.
Juan now has 1750 chips left, due to antes and blinds. Pocket 6/6's. All in.
2 callers. Both holding A/J
Board misses both of them. I triple up.
2 hands later. K/Q all in.
2 callers, again. One with A/5, another with 9/10.
Board: 2, 2, Q, 3, K
Again, I triple up. At this point, my uncle has been eliminated, I had the shortest stack when I came back, of the remaining players, and now I was close, but not quite there, to chip average.
Top 2 tables. One player pushes all in- I call with my American Airlines. I get cracked with a straight.
I'm crippled again. Get A/K, push all in and hit neither of them. I'm out of the tournament. 14th out of 140... not bad, I'd say... especially due to the penalty I incurred.
Overall, It was a good experience for me. I needed to be put on penalty, and it was the best thing for my tilt I was on. I learned that I'm a better poker player than I thought- and better than most there- to come back from so far behind with over 30 players left.
No cussing at the WSOP, that's for sure. I don't think I can handle an hour penalty. So yeah, that's my poker story.
A Long Day!!
So, I don't know how welcome the things I'm about to say are going to be, but I figure that since there's a bunch of nudity on this site anyways, that I could get away with a few things.
I'm horny. It has been about 2 months since I've last had sex. The problem here is that it's not like I can't have sex. I mean, I don't think I'm a bad looking guy, and it usually isn't hard for me to find a girl who is interested in me; I'm just really selective about who I fuck.
This creates a huge problem for me. If I need the sex so much, why am I still very picky? I don't understand this about myself, and have thus considered myself a female in that regard. lol. There just comes a point when masturbation becomes chore-like; the only thing I can do to keep myself from going too crazy from lack of the sexual pleasure... I have reached that point.
Don't look at the link if you don't feel like seeing something of graphic sexual nature.
So, I don't know how welcome the things I'm about to say are going to be, but I figure that since there's a bunch of nudity on this site anyways, that I could get away with a few things.
I'm horny. It has been about 2 months since I've last had sex. The problem here is that it's not like I can't have sex. I mean, I don't think I'm a bad looking guy, and it usually isn't hard for me to find a girl who is interested in me; I'm just really selective about who I fuck.
This creates a huge problem for me. If I need the sex so much, why am I still very picky? I don't understand this about myself, and have thus considered myself a female in that regard. lol. There just comes a point when masturbation becomes chore-like; the only thing I can do to keep myself from going too crazy from lack of the sexual pleasure... I have reached that point.
Don't look at the link if you don't feel like seeing something of graphic sexual nature.
First Blog Entry!!
Well, where can I start? I've been making a lot of friends on here who want to know about me, so i'll go with why I'm here first.
I was in a very serious relationship for a couple of years. Thought it would be it for me, even went so far as to buy the engagement ring... until two weeks after I bought it, she broke up with me. There were a lot of varying reasons over the few weeks after the break up, but really what it turned out to be is that she wanted to party and sleep around; I can't blame her, we got really serious and it probably scared her that it would only be us for the rest of our lives... so that was over.
It's taken me the last 6 months to get over her, and to be completely honest, i'm not over her. I'm getting there, I've stopped talking to her, stopped having sex with her (a couple of months ago), and am starting to get used to sleeping alone at night, again. Though, I do not like it.
I'm going to school to become a high school English teacher. Hopefully get done with my credentials and everything within the next year and a half.
I love going to clubs and dancing. Am, seemingly, always in Vegas. I'm a huge poker freak and have learned how to hit up the clubs to go dancing, when I need to relax.
Anyways, hit me up with some love. Will write more. Promise.
Well, where can I start? I've been making a lot of friends on here who want to know about me, so i'll go with why I'm here first.
I was in a very serious relationship for a couple of years. Thought it would be it for me, even went so far as to buy the engagement ring... until two weeks after I bought it, she broke up with me. There were a lot of varying reasons over the few weeks after the break up, but really what it turned out to be is that she wanted to party and sleep around; I can't blame her, we got really serious and it probably scared her that it would only be us for the rest of our lives... so that was over.
It's taken me the last 6 months to get over her, and to be completely honest, i'm not over her. I'm getting there, I've stopped talking to her, stopped having sex with her (a couple of months ago), and am starting to get used to sleeping alone at night, again. Though, I do not like it.
I'm going to school to become a high school English teacher. Hopefully get done with my credentials and everything within the next year and a half.
I love going to clubs and dancing. Am, seemingly, always in Vegas. I'm a huge poker freak and have learned how to hit up the clubs to go dancing, when I need to relax.
Anyways, hit me up with some love.
Will write more. Promise.
