Have you ever been wrong about something major? Have you ever gone to the wall with something you were sure was in the cards, and then tried to save face as the exact opposite happened? Have you ever staked your reputation on a sure thing?
I have.
I guess that's why I'm writing a weblog for a grand total of a half-dozen people instead of the Men's column in Playboy Magazine.
In fact, I was wrong about something today. Actually, in all truth, I've known since late Tuesday that I was wrong, but it became official today. If you can't tell, my cheer and mirth took a vacation after Tuesday, and now you can be certain of it. Once again, yours truly put all his chips on the pass line, and the boxcars came up.
And it was something that I always lose in. You think by now I'd learn my lesson. Of course, I also bet on horse races, and I carry a certain belief out of the track and put it to use in my life; you've gotta pick a winner sometime.
And in this situation, I won't learn my lesson. This is a game that, despite all the losses I've racked up, I like playing. And unlike the ponies or the craps table, this is a game that I've been losing at since age 13, and if I haven't stopped playing 12 years on, I'm not going to quit any time soon(maybe I should).
All for wanting to hold her hand. All for wanting to hold her close. All for wanting someone to lie next to at night, when darkness brings the loneliest part of your life.
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