Benji is hosting a poker game tonight. Unfortunately, Ben does not have the cards that are shown above. While I hate the thought of losing my hard-earned money, I understand the appeal. These weekly games, with a twenty dollar buy-in, are a great way for Ben to meet up with his friends. The strange thing is... two of the five men involved are friends of mine from high school. Friends I never thought I would see again. People I never thought I would see across a poker table every Thursday night.
From what I can see, they are enjoying themselves. Immensely. But between the discussion of action heroes and the new corresponding films, I am utterly lost. Why is it that men never outgrow their adolescent fascination with the supernatural? Is it the action heroes themselves: the rippling muscles and the tight outfits? Or is it the power: the laser beams and the speed and the reflexes? And why is it that girls are not as interested? But obviously, this is the same something that attracts men to poker and such high stress games. I do not share the same love for these games, this casual verbal jousting. But good luck to all of them (especially Ben, for I hope his winnings will buy me a nice dinner).
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