![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() But, like many perceived inequalities, the sexism at this particular table could be used to my advantage. Of course, it's annoying to have a couple of big scary men chasing your cards all night, trying to prove you're a ditz. Even though I had established a solid table image by playing only strong hands, the fact that I was a young and traditionally attractive woman kept these jokers from giving me what poker players call, simply enough, respect. The other was a rowdy German who had been losing all night, throwing hundreds around like confetti. One was a cowboy from Texas - all gold bracelets and fat diamond rings. Yet even with the blessed rush - the phenomenon known to cause other players to weep, shake, and cuss to the point of delirium - two players remained unconverted to my cause. My "table image," as they say in poker parlance, was optimum. Two pairs of aces, a couple of flushes, and a number of successful bluffs had left me with a big pile of chips and an aura of confidence that gave me a huge edge over the other players. ![]()
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