i was playing online poker as i am wont to do some of these evenings once the kids are in bed. i only play on the free tournament tables, as i am still learning and lack the confidence to put my kids’ college funds in jeopardy, but i am getting pretty good. i prefer to play my hunches, though i have familiarized myself with the hands that statistically are better to play. in short, i am becoming a little scary with free games 😉

anywho, i was playing in a tournament when i finally ended up playing head-to-head with this other person. we were well-matched, and i was really enjoying the game. moreover, the person and i had begun to chat a little while we played, talking about where we were from, that sort of thing. anyway, when i told him that my husband grew up originally down the street from springsteen, he typed:

“you’re a chick?”

and

“i can’t believe i am being beaten so badly by a chick!”

a little ruffled, i typed:

“jennifer tilly is a chick.”

“annie duke is a chick.”

“jennifer harmon is a chick.”

and i could have continued.

he replied. “yes, they are. and fine-looking ones, too.”

grrrr.