I once gave a woman fifty pounds
You may wonder why a man would give a woman £50 but, then again, I don’t think you’re that naive.
Hey, I never claimed to be a good man.
But let me reveal what happened in my story.
A few years after my first fiancée was killed in a car crash, I joined a club for single people. It was not so much a dating club, more a social society in which single people could meet up in a group and go to social events.
One such event that I attended was a horse race meeting at Towcester. The group was a mixture of single men and women, mostly women if I’m to be honest. And there was certainly one woman there whom I fancied, but then again, so did most the other guys there.
The idea, as I’m sure you know, at a horse race meeting, is that you place bets on a horse and hope that it wins. That way, if you’re lucky, you make money.
My game plan was to bet carefully and, if asked, exaggerate my winnings. I thought that if a woman saw me as a lucky man, especially lucky with money, I might get lucky … if you know what I mean.
However, my game plan was put on hold when a woman , the one I fancied, told me she liked horse racing but she didn’t have money to risk on gambling.
My mind started racing and soon jumped upon a new game plan.
I offered the woman £50, which was the amount I had set aside to gamble.
I told her to use it as she wished, place it on any horse or horses in any or all the races she wanted.
At the end of the day, she could pay me back the money.
If by the end of the day, she had won more than the £50, she could keep the extra.
If, however, at the end of the day, she had less than the £50, she would have to pay me back by sleeping with me.
For the whole race meeting, I took very little interest in the races. I would tell others which horses I felt would do well. I just spent my time sitting in the bar, nursing a drink or two.
I did on a few occasions, observe the woman and wondered how she was doing. But, I was confident that she would lose and that I would end up lucky by the end of the night.
Sure enough, after the meeting and when we were all back at the hotel where we were staying, the woman came up to me.
‘I believe you want something from me? .’ She said ambiguously.
I cannot remember my reply but I am sure my hopes were rising.
I smiled, grinningly.
I invited her to my hotel room but she just smiled politely, opened her clutch bag, took out a wad of banknotes and counted out £50. Which she handed to me before replacing the rest back in her bag.
Darn, that woman was sure luckier than I was.
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