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14 April 2015

Always Clearly Define A Bet // The Story of Sarah + CB

I'm a very sore loser. If someone makes a bet with me and I'm beaten fair and square, well fine, ok. But if I see any kind of wiggle room or loop hole in your bet, I'm going to pounce. With that said, I have a little story for you....

Let's talk about me and CB and some of our first dates. If you don't know who I'm talking about when I say CB, go here


Since I'm sure you're dying to know, on our first date CB and I met for drinks in my hood at a bar called Twlight Lounge in Deep Ellum. A week later, we went on a second date when he took me to an FC Dallas soccer game with a few of his good friends. I thought this was pretty cute that he liked me enough, after just one date, to meet his friends! 

Our courtship, for lack of a word from the 21st century, was all just so easy, so simple, so enjoyable. He didn't make me wait, just to play the game boys are supposed to play. After each date, I would have a text that night thanking me for the date, and then a text the next morning setting up the next date! So by the time that third date rolled around, I was pretty excited to get to see him again. The third date was when I started falling for the kid. 

On our third date, we met at Lonestar Park to bet on the night's 9 horse races. I had recently gotten back from the Kentucky Derby, so level = expert would have clearly described my horse racing knowledge. I may or may not have had my own tutorial pulled up, The Girl's Guide: How To Bet On Horse Racing, every time I went to the betting counter. Cool, Sarah. You're so cool. 






It was Saturday night, we had a few beers and were having an absolute blast. CB asked if I'd like to head down and watch the last race from the railing. Keep in mind at this point, we had not had our first kiss yet. When we got down to the railing, here is how the conversation went down. 

CB: "We should make a bet on this last race. A bet between the two of us." 

Sarah: "What do you have in mind?" 

CB: "If my horse wins, you have to give me a kiss." 

Sarah: "And if mine wins?"

CB: "Whatever you want..." 

Sarah: "You have to take me to a Rangers game!" 
 
 
Looking back, I'm sure he was hoping I would say I wanted a kiss too. But first off, in my defense, my mind always defaults to free tickets. Second, in my defense, I thought that was giving him the message that I'd like to see him again. I guess it didn't occur to me that a kiss also meant I'd like to see him again. 

But the bets were in place, and the horses were off. 

As they crossed the finish line, CB's horse finished in 2nd place. My horse died I think. Or took a bathroom break. Or decided to kick his horseshoes off, grab some popcorn and an umbrella drink and watch from the lido deck. 

CB turns to me with this big grin on his face, and all I can think is what on earth is that grin for?

Sarah: "Ah well, neither horse won! Whomp whomp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ " 
(and yes, i often say whomp whomp out loud

CB: "No my horse finished before yours, you owe me a kiss!" 

Sarah: *goes HAM for no reason other than to attack loophole in bet. Screams...* 
"WHAT??! NO NO NO. THAT IS NOT WHAT WE AGREED UPON. YOU SAID IF YOUR HORSE WON. YOUR HORSE CAME IN SECOND PLACE. IT DID NOT WIN. IF YOU'RE NOT FIRST YOU'RE LAST. NO, YOU LOSE. I LOSE. WE BOTH LOSE. THE BET IS NULL AND VOID. NULL AND VOID. GOOD DAY SIR."

CB: 


I did want a kiss! Once I had realized what I had done -- pulled a Sarah -- I felt terrible!! That poor guy. He just had a girl, that he really liked, vehemently argue against giving him a kiss. 

But it wasn't like that, in my mind, at all. It was because I'm a sore loser, and found a major loophole in his bet, and attacked without thinking. The kid didn't even try to kiss me goodbye that night. Heck, I'm pretty sure he didn't even so much as shake my hand. I think he may have even lightly jogged away from me after we said goodnight.  

Thank god for the Rangers' bet I made, that made it clear I did want to see him again. To this day, we make bets all the time, and laugh about this story every time we do. But really, he should have clarified that the horse did not, in fact, have to finish in first place to win the bet. 

Poor kid, just wanted a kiss from the girl he really liked, on their third date. Instead, he got the most violent defender of loophole horse betting of all time. #nailedit

 

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