I'm not sure why being beaten by someone you resent should sting worse, but it does a little. Regardless, I am fairly happy with how I played in the first game of the night, having doubled up no less than five times during heads-up to come just shy of even with
J. before he finally got the best of me. It was game two, where my all-in with AJo was called by K3s and JTs only to lose to both
my faghag, who made trip tens to win the big pot, and
A., who made a pair of threes to win the side-pot, that left me more than a little bitter. I am fairly certain I was considered to be in a dominating position against both hands pre-flop. Fucking poker. I took a second and third place tonight, and saw my long-time heterosexual crush for the first time in years.
The good news is that I have a new obsession these days that treats me like shit but keeps me coming back for more...
... and her name is Texas Hold'em.
God, I wish we had played a third game.