The Rule at the Poker

  Table is, that if you can't spot the pigeon with in the first Two minutes of the game, than the Pigeon is in all likelihood you......Heading out to Great Neck, Navigation provided me with the Sunni or Shiite Route. The BQE was Jammed and I chose Sunni and headed towards the Pot Holed Laced Belt parkway. She was Sympathetic and understanding to my either 15- 23 minute tardiness. Our conversations continued with out any awkwardness. She looked good and smelled good of which I made sure to let her know. Hopeful she would Smell my Five Sprays of the $330 CREED cologne Mooch lent me at the discounted rate of .50 per spray, it went by Unscented. She really liked my food order Selections and wasn't shy to let me know, A Compliment?. The Conversations turned to the more serious nature of Relationships, Exes, and love of which I wasn't the best at articulating. The Persians very much like the Syrians frown on weather to take the Free 59th Street bridge or the Mid town Tunnel. She insisted on the Scenic route and with our  $7 Savings  we Decided to split Lotto tickets. How romantic, well not really but we did go number for number. Hoping for the Soccer style post 90th Minute Extra time with her in the car, She bolted for the door as soon as I pulled up to her house, Jumping out to escort her to the door through  not the best shoveled walk way I bid her a get home safe that left  wondering  if " I was the Pigeon " and headed towards the Sunni route home... C.O.S.........