It wasn’t the look on her face that told me I was the sucker. It wasn’t the confident way she stood with her custom pool cue. It wasn’t even this remarkable room dedicated to billiards that took my breath away when I walked in. It was when she challenged me to a game of Strip Pool. Unable to speak, I nodded my acceptance. She looked me up and down and decided I needed a handicap — so she took off her dress.

That’s when I knew I was being hustled and, to be honest, I didn’t mind at all!