Photo © Aaron Gorvine
I used to date a guy who played poker. Okay, so that’s not exactly true. He didn’t just play poker. Playing poker—to me, anyway—means you go to the casino once in a while, or you get your friends together to play at your apartment, using some plastic chips and a deck of cards you picked up for ninety-nine cents at the grocery store.
My ex-boyfriend played poker. Every night in his dorm room with friends. And almost every weekend at the casino. So I ended up I spending a lot of time there, sitting with him in the poker room while he... Read More