Cinematic throwback
The movies I’ve been watching lately: John Tucker Must Die, Good Will Hunting, The Score, and most applicable to this post, Miss Congeniality. Does everybody remember this quote?
Stan Fields: Miss Rhode Island, please describe your idea of a perfect date.
Cheryl “Rhode Island”: That’s a tough one. I’d have to say April 25th. Because it’s not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket!
Hysterical. It got me thinking..what’s my idea of a perfect date? I chuckled to myself as I mentally started writing this post in my head. I reckon it would go a little something like this…
We would meet at Foxwoods in the early evening. He’d be young, handsome, possibly half Filipino, with a diamond pinky ring. Dressed casual. Lucky Brand Jeans. He’d catch my eye on my come out roll. I’d lean over the table a bit more seductively. I’d notice him looking at me and forget a craps check. I’d throw a deuce. Flustered. And lose my passline bet. Later, he’d come over and tell me that the way the two white dots of the die gleamed against the red finish reminded him of my fiery eyes. I’d notice that he had an ace level wampum card, assess his dice set, and accept a date.
The following weekend we’d meet for dinner at the steakhouse in the Grand Casino. He’d ask, “Do you come here often?” I’d respond, “More than you might think.” He will tell me that he enjoys a woman who bets aggressively and doesn’t play stupid field bets. I’d agree. Wildly. Amazed at how much we have in common, I’d reel off the terrible odds. He’d nod his head: “You’re so mathematical.” “No” I would say, “Just common sense.” I’d dig deep enough to find out he wasn’t a felon or a pedophile. Even had an architecture degree. The chemistry would become strong enough to shatter a glass beaker all over the lab table.
He’d say, at the end, “Why don’t we skip dessert…”
“…and hit up the poker table.”
I’d nod, anxiously. I’d ask him if he’s a sit-and-go, cash game, or turbo tournament kind of guy. We’d enter a small tournament.
We would end up at different tables, to start. I’d glance over at him, periodically, watching him rob blinds and confidently toss the cards away for a smart fold. We’d end up placing 1st and 2nd for small winfall. As we would walk to the window to cash in, he’d grab my hand.
Nevermind April 25th. That right there, ladies and gentlemen, is a perfect date.
Haha.
I love those movies! Haha John tucker must die, im the only person I know who likes it,
Way too much of Dad’s influence.