How to pull stunning women

I always enjoy Boy Genius’s blog, despite the almost complete lack of poker content. I think it provides me with a dose of ‘everyday life’ blogging that helps prevent me becoming addicted to dozens of ‘personal’ blogs (most of which would be female, no doubt). Personally, I like a bit of personal stuff in the poker mix; I know others don’t, but poker is supposedly a ‘people game’, so it makes sense to be interested in the person behind the check-raise.

Anyway, my eye was caught by BG’s comments about his apparently gorgeous neighbour, a girl he described as ‘out of his league’. Well, it is my opinion and experience that there is no such thing as ‘out of your league’. Once you get that self-fulfilling prophecy out of your head it is amazing what girls you can end up with… OK, I am not saying there is NO limit to it, and yes it will still be harder to pull stunning women than average ones, but if you really fancy somebody then never let that ‘out of my league’ bollocks stop you having a go.

There are many reasons why a gorgeous girl may go out with an average-looking guy. First, she may go for a particular physical type. I spent a summer seeing a very beautiful natural blonde and never really understood her attraction to me. But seeing a couple of her other boyfriends (one later on, and the one she was with at the time I was seeing her) I could see that she went for a particular colouring and build.

Secondly, she really might be not-shallow enough that your charisma and wit overshadow your looks in her eyes. Or a noble or impressive gesture might do it for you; I had a brief affair with a gorgeous girl after ‘rescuing’ her from the unwanted attentions of a sleazy older guy by pretending to be her fiancée.

Finally, she may not think or realise that she is as beautiful as she is. It was a girl like that who removed the scales from my eyes on this whole ‘out of my league’ myth. She was absolutely stunning, and my friend and I went for a meal with her and her sister with no intention of trying to pull them because, yes, we thought were punching above our weight. Later in a club, emboldened by lager but still with no intent to seduce her, I told her that she was ‘so beautiful’ and she started crying.

‘Nobody ever tells me’ she sobbed, and I could believe it because you would look at this girl (who could have been - but wasn’t - a model) and either be intimidated or imagine that she was full of her own attractiveness. So I spent the evening dancing and smooching with her in the club while she laughed off the occasional advances of bigger and better-looking guys. It was an eye-opening experience. Nobody is out of your league*.

As for poker, I can’t write anything about it today because I still haven’t played since Friday night, which currently feels like it was about three months ago. My phone line should be connected tomorrow morning and should herald the start of a new era of putting in a lot of good hours.

I have this curious urge to play limit at the moment – I blame all you damn limit-playing bloggers. I keep thinking it doesn’t sound that difficult, which is a laugh given my experience level.

I played some great snooker last night, I seem to have finally settled into a stance that works and that I can ‘find’ each time I play. The consistency of my last three sessions has been very pleasing and I now expect my breaks to start getting bigger and bigger.

I continue to smoke in fits and starts. Damn, it’s a devilish habit; you can go most of a day without any problem and then the cravings just hit like a train.

Tomorrow morning I should finally have my telephone line. Please Lord let it be so.

*They may not be interested in you, but they are not inherently out of your league.