I've been meaning to put aside a moment to write in my blog to talk about poker for a bit. How well I've been doing (cash game, not tournament) but it seems I finally have found the time, but I have no desire to write anything about poker. No, I think I'm taking a break for a while.

This evening, after going to a few bars with a friend of mine, we found ourselves at the Sporting Emporium for some blackjack. After a few shoes, I was even and my friend decided to go home so I headed up to the poker floor. But wait a second, let me give you some back story:

On a few occasions at the Sporting Emporium I've gotten into some problems. Sometimes I'm mouthy, it happens. Once a guy tried to kiss my at the blackjack table, I politely pushed him away but he grabbed me and I ended up digging my pinkie into his eyeball as I pushed his face away from me a second time. That's when I got labeled a "bitch".... they were only "trying to have fun" but if a girl doesn't want to be touched, then that should be respected. The guy wasn't thrown out and was told to "play nice" even though I had to sit through the next 2 shoes listening to his friends dog me until I finally got up an left. No wait, this is going somewhere...

There have been several occasions with complete drunken idiots hassling me that I've just had to deal with because the Sporting Emporium seems to refuse to throw anyone out... no matter how drunk, as long as they're spending money. I'm spending money too, but I guess my money doesn't matter. I'm just establishing pattern here. I've grown accustomed to the treatment.

So last Saturday I'm at the Sporting Emporium playing No Limit and a guy comes over to the table and tries to sit in the seat my boyfriend has locked up... he's being a dick, my boyfriend argues with him... eventually it gets settled. Well, this guy is a real piece of work and just continues to be a real dick all night... I got in a few jabs here and there cause I don't like seeing my boyfriend hassled... and well, I like being mouthy. Anyway, later on that night as I'm about to cash in my chips, I run into The Dick in the hallway and he SMACKS MY ASS. I looked him dead in the eye and said "Don't fucking ever touch me" and laughed it off as "ha ha, silly girl"... whatever. I didn't bother going to the floor because A. I was leaving anyway and B. they've never done anything for me in the past so why would this time be any different?

So that brings me to tonight. I went out tonight and had a great time. I'm all dressed up with my hair all done and for the first time in a year I really got out with friends and had a good evening. I head up to the poker room and end up at the No Limit table opposite The Dick. He starts in with the whole "oh this girl doesn't like me..." blah blah to the whole table and I said, "Yea, because you smacked my ass last week." Mistake. He's like "no I didn't, I smacked your little boy's ass" (boyfriend) and stress here that he said LITTLE... oh, this is going to go bad. So my boyfriend overhears him and says "No, you hit her ass" and he's like "oh, your right, I did" and gives my boyfriend a High Five. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING?
The guy continues to talk at the table... saying things about how girls like to have their ass smacked and how he's sure I enjoyed it, but I'm not going to get another one even if I beg... on and on and on. Now, I don't know if guys understand this or not, but this is COMPLETELY DEMEANING. Who the fuck are you to talk to me, or any woman, this way? I'm sitting at a poker table with 9 guys all having a laugh.. not because of some donkey ass play (which I totally respect having a laugh at my expense) but laughing at my suspect sexual proclivity? What? If I was a guy, would we be having this conversation? Would I be asked how I liked to do it? How I wanted it?

I tried to shake it off... tried to laugh it off... but it got to the point that it was just enough, I told the dealer to tell the guy to shut his fucking mouth and called the floor. He was asked to shut up but that didn't help him muttering under his breath. I didn't want to think he got the better of me... but I just felt like garbage. I just don't even want to go back there. I feel so dumb. I feel worthless. I don't think guys understand what it feels like at times to be completely demeaned in front of a bunch of people. People you "have" to face again. I guess not if you don't go back. Sporting Emporium is the only place I go to play poker, so I guess I take a break for a while.