Magma
Senior Don Juan
I was sitting at the poker table tonight and this younger guy (maybe mid twenties) sits at the table. He's quite intoxicated, and is in town on business for the week (from WA state I believe).
Amy, one of the dealers, was playing in the game and sitting next to him. She's a 5. I immediately recognized that this guy was trying to game her. He negged her about her ponytail, asked if she had a boyfriend, wanted to know if she would grab a bite with him later, etc. He was spitting all sorts of obvious canned lines.
Then, he started to ask the guy next to me, Mitch, if he wanted to be his "wingman" for the night. Mitch declined. Soon after, one of the dealers asked the guy his name, and he replied "Don Juan." He kept repeating that: "Call me Don. Don Juan. Don Juan. Don Juan." STFU already dude.
I would hope to God that this guy was not a SS-er, because his game was so atrocious. But the negging (on a FIVE!!!) and the repeated references to Don Juan was a bit too suspicious.
Come forward, whoever you are, and identify yourself! *shakes fist in the air*
Amy, one of the dealers, was playing in the game and sitting next to him. She's a 5. I immediately recognized that this guy was trying to game her. He negged her about her ponytail, asked if she had a boyfriend, wanted to know if she would grab a bite with him later, etc. He was spitting all sorts of obvious canned lines.
Then, he started to ask the guy next to me, Mitch, if he wanted to be his "wingman" for the night. Mitch declined. Soon after, one of the dealers asked the guy his name, and he replied "Don Juan." He kept repeating that: "Call me Don. Don Juan. Don Juan. Don Juan." STFU already dude.
I would hope to God that this guy was not a SS-er, because his game was so atrocious. But the negging (on a FIVE!!!) and the repeated references to Don Juan was a bit too suspicious.
Come forward, whoever you are, and identify yourself! *shakes fist in the air*
