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There is nothing about gambling that I find appealing because I hate losing money more than I like winning money. Besides, gambling lingo confuses me. I have no idea what a spread or an over/under is and I don't care to learn. There, I said it.
So, when my new guy divulges his gambling habit, I instantly start planning an escape route. It'll never work out because dating a gambler is like dating a guy with constant PMS: he'll have mood swings, he'll be irritable, and he'll be irrational. No thanks.
He'll shush me because he's focused on the game. His eyes will glaze over because he's concentrating on his poker hand. BORING! He'll say things like, "I have money riding on this, babe." The only thing he should be riding is me. (Haha! Ew, gross.)
And, watching a guy gamble is a total turn-off. When he wins it sucks because he's hooting and hollering like an eight-year-old in a Chuck E. Cheese ballpit. And, when he loses it sucks because he'll frown and pout like a cranky preteen which will ruin our night. Who needs it?
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