Upping it to $1000 per spin

So yesterday was it. It'd be the day I'd get to see Julie for sure. As it neared 5pm, the reality of having to talk to her and possibly putting myself out there by asking her for coffee had hit me - I started getting a really sick feeling in my stomach. Suddenly, a small part of me wanted to turn around and run away. I didn't want to do it anymore. I chickened out.

But, I told myself not to be silly, and I headed off to the casino.

When I got inside, I quickly walked around all the roulette tables, looking for that familiar figure, that familiar hair, that familiar smile.

Nowhere.

But she MUST be here. It's Thursday. She works full time and she wasn't here on Tuesday or Wednesday.

Maybe she was on a break? I don't know. I took a seat at a table with one Caucasian guy playing. The dealer was Anne, or Anna or something, a middle aged woman wealthy in weight. She was rather talkative, and laughed a lot, maybe because as she said, she had two more days before she went on a cruise.

I wasn't doing too well, losing a bit in the beginning. In fact, I think I lost my first $800. The Caucasian guy wasn't doing well either, and eventually lost. As I played, I kept looking around for Julie, thinking maybe she was on a break, but nope, never saw her.

Eventually there was a dealer change to a chubby Asian guy who didn't look too happy. For some reason, I always think that works in the players' favour. The more they want us to lose, the less likely it will happen (and vice versa).

With this guy, I got extremely lucky betting black/third column, as it landed on 6 twice, then 24, then 33 - all in a row. I mean, fucking hell. I looked at a lady playing on the same table and we both shook our heads. Not sure if it was for the same reason though.

Anyway. I was up $500 and cashed in. I decided to take a walk around the casino to see if maybe Julie had been allocated to a new game. I saw the Chinese lady was working on a new game, so maybe it was time for Julie too? Or did she not pass probation??

I walked around and didn't see her. I returned to roulette. I played a bit of colour/columns here and there and hung around the $500 gain mark. I stood at a table with a dealer called Ruth - a Caucasian girl with really thick glasses. Kinda attractive in a nerdy type of way. I was thinking about playing a bit more colour/column when I spotted the man who looked like my dad, seated at the electronics roulette table.

He looked a lot like my dad, and I pictured that was how my dad would look like in a casino. Seemed kinda lost, like he had nothing to do in a place like that, I wondered why he was there. It made me want to cry. He probably saw me looking at him and wondered wtf.

Eventually I gave in and played. I figured I'd try to wait until 8pm when there was a new shift starting, maybe Julie was on the 8pm shift?

I played black/third column and lost. Then I went to the table behind me where Summer was playing and bet $100 on each black/third column, and it landed on 7. Fuck.

I then bought in colour at Ruth's table. I was hovering at around the same level before there was a dealer change to an older, fatter woman. I lost like $1500 at her table.

With two $500 chips in my hand and about $170 in loose chips, I went to the $25 table.

Shiiiiiiit.

I bet $500 on black/third column on one table. I drew.

As the next table spun up, I bet $500 on red/middle column and drew.

I returned to the first table and did black/third column again. It landed on 18. I won $500.

I went to the second table and did red/middle column. It landed on 20. I won $500.

So I had my $2000 back, plus the extra $170. I decided that was enough of a thrill. I knew I had lost it. I could feel it. Once again I had lost self control, and I realised it. I could feel the chemicals in my brain had changed. I was ashamed. I kept doing something that I didn't want to.

The second table next spun up a 14. If I had bet on that I would've won $1500. Faaark.

Anyway, I caught a taxi home. My mom cooked as my dad was at work, and usually the food is not as great. But I enjoyed just sitting at home and eating, instead of the rush and losses at the casino. I was back in peace.

That night greatly affected me, as I slept at midnight and woke up at 5:30am thinking about it. I left home early for work and went straight to the casino (since I had my suit).

The dealer was a young Phillipino looking girl with an 'S' tattoo on her neck. She spun up like five or six 0-3 sectors in a row, which robbed me of my first $800. Unbelievable. The thought of losing $2000 before work, and after my fluke come back the night before, made me feel sick.

I hit the next 1-2 sector that came up, but she returned to 0-3. So I started following the trend. When it landed on 0, I had two straight ups and two splits. I was back to where I had started.

Later on, it landed on 24 where I had four splits. I was now up $530. I sat there for like the next 10 spins, not betting. Just thinking. Eventually I cashed out and got the fuck out of there.

I am one lucky bastard.