Why I Gamble....
There is something about sitting or standing around a gaming table in a casino, making bets, winning and losing, that is so unique that I can understand why one can become addicted to it.
Besides the obvious feeling of winning money, there is a feeling of comradery that until you actually experience it you will just say something like, yea right. I have found myself in conversations with perfect strangers, sitting at a blackjack table, that I would either be afraid to talk to or who I wouldn’t give a second glance to in real life. Sometimes the conversations are superficial but more often then not you get to learn about someone and their wants, desire, loves and yes even deviations.
You also find yourself cheering each other on and when someone wins others at the table are happy for them and sometimes even cheer.
Sometimes these cheers become weird. Last time I was in Vegas back in February I sat down at a “Wheel of Fortune” quarter slot machine and on my 2nd spin hit a combination of 2 white 7’s and a wild that multiplied the spin by 4. AS the credits began to accumulate, several people near by, both the young woman playing the slots and their hunky husbands watching, begin to count off the hundreds of dollars as the counter climbed up.
The counter stopped at 1600 (400 dollars) and as I stood up I was surrounded by several of the hunky husbands/boyfriends who began to touch my arm and back while I heard several of them say something like touch him and get some of his luck.
It was at this point that the dirty part of me should have just stayed calm and enjoy the attention, but I began to panic as one of the guys said “Rub his nipples for luck.” Now in hindsight I should have enjoyed this and played it up and who knows maybe I would have gotten some Vegas nookie, but no I ran away like a little girl….
This type of thing only happens in a casino and yes I was OK with it if not a bit freaked out…some sort of inferiority complex I’m sure… what hunky guy wants to rub my nipples? LOL
This sense of comradery is something that I think I enjoy right below winning money (after all, if one didn’t have a chance to “hit it big” would we still gamble for just the comradery?).
Makes you wanna experience it for yourself don’t it?
Besides the obvious feeling of winning money, there is a feeling of comradery that until you actually experience it you will just say something like, yea right. I have found myself in conversations with perfect strangers, sitting at a blackjack table, that I would either be afraid to talk to or who I wouldn’t give a second glance to in real life. Sometimes the conversations are superficial but more often then not you get to learn about someone and their wants, desire, loves and yes even deviations.
You also find yourself cheering each other on and when someone wins others at the table are happy for them and sometimes even cheer.
Sometimes these cheers become weird. Last time I was in Vegas back in February I sat down at a “Wheel of Fortune” quarter slot machine and on my 2nd spin hit a combination of 2 white 7’s and a wild that multiplied the spin by 4. AS the credits began to accumulate, several people near by, both the young woman playing the slots and their hunky husbands watching, begin to count off the hundreds of dollars as the counter climbed up.
The counter stopped at 1600 (400 dollars) and as I stood up I was surrounded by several of the hunky husbands/boyfriends who began to touch my arm and back while I heard several of them say something like touch him and get some of his luck.
It was at this point that the dirty part of me should have just stayed calm and enjoy the attention, but I began to panic as one of the guys said “Rub his nipples for luck.” Now in hindsight I should have enjoyed this and played it up and who knows maybe I would have gotten some Vegas nookie, but no I ran away like a little girl….
This type of thing only happens in a casino and yes I was OK with it if not a bit freaked out…some sort of inferiority complex I’m sure… what hunky guy wants to rub my nipples? LOL
This sense of comradery is something that I think I enjoy right below winning money (after all, if one didn’t have a chance to “hit it big” would we still gamble for just the comradery?).
Makes you wanna experience it for yourself don’t it?
posted by Shannon @ 9:37 PM
1 Comments:
At 9:57 AM,
Mando Mama said…
Well, that settles it, then. If I have to go all the way to Vegas to get a hunky guy to rub my nipples, I'm there.
I'm hoping I won't have to wait until September, though, lol...
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