I was in Harrah’s Casino the other night and after winning a couple hundred bucks at Holdem, decided to take a break and have a drink at the bar. To my great luck, a very beautiful woman entered and sat down on the stool next to me. She ordered a martini.
When the bartender brought her drink, I pushed my money toward him. As he was picking out a $20 from my wad of bills, I introduced myself to her. She said she was in town visiting her sister.
“I’m from Texas,” she explained.
“You’re from Texas? I’m from Texas! What city are you – wait – don’t tell me. You have an awesome body. You must be from Austin.”
“No,” she replied, sitting back in her seat, smiling. “I’m not from Austin. Guess again.”
“OK, let’s see, you have dazzling smile. So, maybe you’re from Dallas?”
“Nope! What else ya’ got?” she laughed, bringing her drink to her lips.
I thought for a moment and studied her. “Well, you do look like an angel. Are you from San Angelo?”
“Nope.”
“Sweetwater? Splendora?”
She set her drink down. “No. Wrong all counts.” Then she leaned forward, looked into her drink, and sighed. “No. I’m just a simple girl from Plano, Texas.” After a brief pause, she asked, “How about you? What city are you from?”
“Originally, El Paso. But I grew up in Wink.”