It Began With a Woman and a Cello.

I thought this would be mostly about poker. But I suppose it'll insert some life indigestion as well.

Just the other day in the most appropriate setting ever, I had a musing about girls during a worship set at church. It wasn't my fault really. It was simply the circumstance presenting itself and my brain acting funny. Don't tell me you never made a mental jump from animals to kite-flying and it didn't feel good.

Anyways. The brunette wasn’t attractive, but appealing enough for you to perhaps flirt with the idea. And she was playing PRO-cello for the worship team. From the vibrato in her fingers and the head-bobbing sway, all signs pointed towards the passion she had for praising God. It confounded me how quickly I began to admire her. For the non-musicians out there, playing music, especially for an audience can be an intimate AND nerve-wrenching experience.

And it hit me that every single meaningful small attraction that I had for ANY human being began with a thing that had a glimpse of some super-hero talent. Stuff that you'd never attach with an everyday gal's performance inventory and thus challenges me to explore deeper.

Acid piano. Modern dance. StarCraft. Throwing a football with alarming accuracy to my face at 30 yards. When a girl can impress me with an x activity, that is amazingly awesome.

Unless of course the chick was just skanky hot, and the sports-sex-with-no-meaningful-relationship-scenario becomes an increasingly strong argument. Go me.