Third time's the Charm! Asshole / President #11

I know, I know you were waiting for this for a long long time. I apologize. I didn't wait a sleep to revise I'm just dishing it ASAP. Here you go.

I have tried to write a blog about Dead to Red but it's too all over the place. Then I actually wrote a poem! Yes, a poem. Then I read it over and realised that it's pretty offensive if you read it in the wrong light, so it'll rear its ugly head in the summer or after someone has read it and given me their two cents.

Now, this is the third blog and as I type I still don't know what I'm going to write about...

Dating abroad!

Here we go. I was thinking about this while I was walking somewhere.

I love games. Board games, card games, video games, riddles, puzzles, whatever you've got I'll play it. So long as there are rules. Rules make games what they are. The rules confine you to this box and then when you win the game you're out of the box (shitty metaphor). But from clique to clique rules change. The best example I can think of is President, or Asshole. You can match, you can burn, you can play poker hands, you have 4 nukes, no jokers, one-eyed jacks, the suicide king and even the three of clubs in one circle of people. Regardless of the over-the-top or minimalistic approach of President/ Asshole you still want to get rid of all your cards first. The goal is the same but there are just different maps on how to get there.

Eventually, you just adjust to the game itself and the way to get to the finish line. The toughest one though was playing any game with Will Red Beard. Playing Settlers of Catan he'd trade resources to dodge the robber and act like a mobster when he had it in his hand. Apart from nights camping and playing 'chel, that was the only board game I was willing to play with him. He's a great guy and never claimed to not be competitive. He didn't bat his eyelashes and giggle as he did it. He treated it like business.

Dating is different. It isn't even dating abroad. Hell, macking abroad (what a pun!) but the rules are ever changing. I thought I had it figured out in Korea, then I moved to the Middle East and that crippled me. No PDAs? That's a damper on everything. There was one girl who got away because of that stupid rule and an incredibly creepy taxi driver. Everything involves second guessing yourself. There's the problem. Now hopefully every girl won't be a red beard.

Thanks.