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in the suite, which got me thinking that things were really going to happen downstairs today.

First off my usual table had this insane Asian girl sitting at it, stacked, thin, shapely and very pretty. Some other Asian guy sat down next to her in the center spot, and I assumed he was with her, but turns out he wasn't. He bet recklessly and lost his entire bankroll, a few grand, relatively quickly.

As soon as he left, I moved right next to her and introduced myself. We got the fact that she had a boyfriend and I was married out of the way right off the bat, so there was none of that, instead we just tried to reason through the shoes together. Her problem, which I tried to point out to her, was that she wasn't pressing into the runs. She said that she was afraid to change her bet on the runs because it seemed like she would lose every time she increased. She also kept saying that she had this thing about constantly getting a nine without the ten or face to back it up.

Anyway, we had a couple of good shoes with some decent side by side runs, and she ended more or less even and left.

I kept playing, and occasionally another player would come up, play hard and pretty much lose, and leave. I was never up more than 2500 and at the end of the third shoe I left 2000 ahead, with a 600 average. I had a couple big bets, one 3000 and one 2000 (the 2000 was my final bet actually, which brought me back to +2000), and I won both of them. No case bets today. I did get as low as -2000 for the session at one point.

One thing that in an odd way threw me off a tad was that this one particular dealer simply ASSUMED that I was going to get a natural or something good every hand somehow, from my mannerisms. When I have two cards that I know add up to not much, such as a two sided and a three sided, I don't look much further and just wait for the dealer to open the opposing side at my request. I spend a tad more time looking to see if I have something good, if the combination of the two cards are such that there is hope that they will add up to 6 or better. But it was as if every time I looked at my cards, whether quickly or less than quickly, this dealer kept saying, "I know you have something good." Finally I had to say, "Come on - I don't get a nine EVERY time," and the dealer came back with, "I know you _____, you ALWAYS win." I actually didn't like playing with that dealer today because it interrupted the flow of my thinking to have that subtle pressure on me to win every hand. Maybe it had to do with that the hot young Asian girl (who wasn't by any means a skank - as corny as it might sound, she was a lovely girl) was local, and the dealers knew her even better than they knew me, and they wanted me to win for her. Certainly the girl was tipping out more than I was today! she had a green chip on the side of so many of her bets it eventually seemed as though it were a permanent appendage.

Anyway, I was fine with two grand. A win is a win. Until tomorrow.

I do believe I play best alone.