Sunday, March 04, 2012

Hooker story

It seem that the poker bloggers have informally decided that this is Hooker Week, so who am I to buck the trend? Sadly, I can think of only one relevant story, so paltry is my experience with the breed.


This happened at the now-defunct Hilton poker room. A middle-aged man from the deep South, with a drawl to match, broke a long silence with this observation, made to nobody in particular: "I stopped for a drink in that bar out there before dinner tonight, and I swear I have never seen so many hookers in one place."

Somebody asked him the rather obvious question: "How did you know they were hookers?"

He paused to think of how to phrase his answer, before putting it like this: "Cuz there ain't that many women that actually think I'm handsome."

5 comments:

lightning36 said...

lol I prefer to think that the many Las Vegas ladies who speak to me are just captivated by my looks and charm. Better to be oblivious, me thinks ...

ManInBlack said...

you want a funny hooker story. This happened to me a couple years ago at the Sahara. Well i had just gotten off work and had some free play there. It was about 8am. I wasdressed in a suit with a briefcase. Now at the time i was doing security at a small offstrip hotel. I had my suit coat on with tie and everything. On the small of my back was a handcuff case with cuffs inside. Of course this was not in plain view. Now I am sitting at a bar all alone playing video BJ just trying to do my free play. This Skinny Black hooker walks up and starts chatting with me. I am not interested, but she is not taking no for an answer. I then don't know what got into me, when she asked if i wanted to go upstairs for like the 5th time, I reached into the small of my back .....pulled out the handcuffs and held them up and dangled them in front of her, it was at this point she saw on my hip was also a security badge. She didn't say another word she just ran out the doors.

Now I got a good laugh out of this at the time. Now fast forward 3 weeks later, i am at same bar dressed in same suit, but without the briefcase. Same Hooker comes up and tries hitting on me again. I chuckle, and tell her.... "You must not remember me." She says she doesnt remember me. At this point i pull out the handcuffs and dangle them in front of her again. At this point she says "OH SHIT. Now I remember you." and she in turn runs out the doors again.

Now the whole time Sahara's security is watching all this happen. The Security Supervisor, comes up to me and asks who I am, and when i tell her the whole story, she laughs and says.... "I like how you handled that situation, but next time leave the cuffs at home." I laugh, and finish my free play

Rob said...

Yeah, that's always a tipoff to me. Usually young(ish), (semi) attractive women who are complete strangers to me aren't as a rule particularly friendly to me...unless they want something. Actually, the DO find something attractive about me....my wallet. Or what they think is in my wallet.

Thanks for participating in "hooker week", Grump! Good story.

qdpsteve said...

Funny story. Definitely hooked my interest. ;-)

And apologies for threadjacking Rakewell, but I thought you would enjoy this:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/technology/3304496/Be-lucky-its-an-easy-skill-to-learn.html

Man InBlack said...

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