"Whatcha doin baby? "

That was the text I got last night from the 31 yr old mother of 2 I've been seeing for the past couple of months, which I ignored...  At this point I suppose I should backtrack and explain who I am and why I am writing on this blog and why I am blogging about some 31 yr old skank from a housier ridden part of Missouri.  I'm collegeguy and though I play quite a bit of poker, I'll be the first to admit it's not my natural habitat.  I mean, I'm not bad at poker and with the right supervision, you might even say I'm pretty good.  Not really good.  Not great.  But pretty good.  Anyway, my purpose on this blog is not as much to talk about my bad beats, how the poker gods are unmerciful, or how awesome some tourney win was as much as I am here to talk about my life because, for the most part, it's more interesting than everyone else's on this blog and more interesting than yours is for that matter too.  HAH! Just Kidding.  I'm actually quite a bore. 

Moving on, I haven't played much poker since June because I had to remove my entire $800 bankroll to pay for the cost of going to a friends wedding in Denver, which fucking sucked  btw.  So I have been broke as shit and forced to get a real job to cover the costs of life and try to rebuild a roll.   And that's where I am now.  In the mean time I have also been talking to 2 girls and trying to get over my ex girlfriend.  The girls, including the ex, are 20, 25, and 31.  Pretty much covering the spectrum of women who aren't old enough to be my mother.  Either way, I'm dropping all three on account of one being a re-tard, 2 having 4 kids between them, including an 8 yr old :O wtf, and one being terrible in bed.  I am going to attempt to only go out one night per week for the next 2-3 months and conserve money as to add to a br more quickly but we shall see how that goes.  I like to drink.  That makes things difficult.  My ultimate goal is to save 2k for a hu50 exclusive br.  I don't really have much else to say for now.  I am kinda drunk so if this doesn't make sense, suck it.  And at least now I am finished with the introduction of my great self.  So from here on out things will be better and make more sense.  Okay.