My Gay Boat Cruise - Post 2 - The Gambler

It's late at night, 2 am, I'm sitting in the dining room area of the ship, drinking my coffee and soy milk.

This guy, mid-late 30's starts talking to me. He's not that cute, so I don't really care.

"I was just in the casino", he starts.

"That's nice," I respond with a smile, I always give people the benefit of the doubt, and start off genuine and sweet.

"Yeah, I was up around $500, then I lost about $1,700."

"What?"

"Yeah, I lost 17 hundred tonight."

I looked at him in amazement, and in my best Bea Arthur deadpan said

"You know, the odds are against you."

"Yeah, but..." blah blah blah, then he started telling me some statistic mumbo-jumbo, like HE really knows what to do, how to get even. He just blew 17 hundred, the price of the cruise.

Why would anyone tell a perfect stranger that they lost that much money? Is he bragging to me? Is he bragging that he CAN lose that much money?

He was a loser. Not just your run of the mill "loser", but an actual, certifiable "Loser" who just lost $1,700.

I looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Listen, next time, give me a thousand, and I'll blow you. At least then, you'll have gotten a blow job out of the deal."

He just looked at me, shocked, speechless (which is how I like them.)

"For a grand, I'll even take my time - no teeth."

He had nothing else to say, I picked up my coffee and walked away.