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#254 – London Journal #20 – Last Night in London, Part D – Patrik Antonius is too Cool for this Planet
Patrik Antonius was part of our group and he probably wouldn’t have minded if the bouncer refused him entry. For this place, his shoulders were too broad, his jaw was too chiseled, and it was far too likely that he had his original vision and teeth.
Not only did he lose an $800,000 pot to Phil Ivey and $600,000 in props, but now he was getting hit on by women old enough to be his mom. When the dance party spread to the second floor where we were trying to eat, a few women were strafing our table looking for dance partners.
One of them tapped Antonius on the back. When he turned around, her jaw dropped. Seeing someone like me at one end of the table, she sure wasn’t expecting to see someone like Patrik at the other end. But he looked at her and turned away. It was a look that wasn’t quite contempt and wasn’t quite disgust. But it wasn’t anything positive and the hoofer moved on in each of another victim.
I didn’t think the woman was bad looking, but that was ME. Antonius travels in a different – and clearly hotter – galaxy. The woman never asked me to dance, no doubt thinking I was Patrik’s brother. Or uncle. Or accountant.
