Greg often tells me that he would bankroll me if I played high stakes poker. I'm an aggressive player and intuitive, but my secret weapon is my face. Most people can't read it.
This is due to the fact that when I'm focused, I look confused, lost, and even shifty. Don't ask me why. Weird DNA, I guess.
I've had store security follow me around many times. Other times, people walk up to me to ask if I'm lost. So far no one's had to ask if I was taking my meds. Confused is the mild-mannered sister of crazy. No meds necessary.
In truth, I'm gloriously oblivious to anything that's not my main objective. I'm so focused, nothing deters me from my goal, even if I look like an idiot doing it. I'm like a pit bull on a cookie trail.
You might wonder that if I have such an unreadable face why Greg hasn't bankrolled me yet. Sadly, I have one serious flaw to winning millions. I can't gamble. Losing any amount of money mortifies me.
Back when we used to go to Louisiana to gamble on one of their river boats, I'd have a single twenty dollar bill. If I won anything, I'd tuck away the twenty and play with my winnings, but if I lost my seed money that was it for me. I'd sit outside on a deck chair and wait for Greg.
So I satisfy any gambling urges by playing with poker chips, where losing only stings my pride and not my pocketbook.
Do you gamble? Are you good at it? I've always wanted to play someone as unreadable as me--just for grins--not money.
I'm in and out today, so I might be late answering comments.