Ally Wilde Starts Her Poker Blogging Journey Behind the Rail

The last time I had my hands on a pack of playing cards I think it was Christmas ’95 and I was treating Grandma to a good old game of Go Fish. I lost and chose to end my card-playing career then and there at the defeated age of six. So when the guy I’m seeing drops the “I play poker for a job” bombshell on date number two, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was pointless for me to continue batting my lashes over this mediocre plate of spaghetti.
I was apprehensive because the word poker automatically called to my mind flashes of random dirty dudes wearing baggy t-shirts sitting in a dimly-lit room playing late-night card games saying weird things like small and big blind. But being a pro at dating, and after a slight (surprised) pause, I politely told him that it’s cool and super interesting. Yes, I was totally bluffing but I figured I’d give this poker pro the benefit of the doubt.
A year later we’re still happily dating and some might even go as far as to call me a poker groupie. Perhaps I should’ve known when to walk away – ha! Check out my knowledge of poker-related culture – but instead I made the call to go all in. I feel like I’ve been to more poker games in the past year than I’ve been to see Hildy, my talented hair stylist— it’s a travesty, I know ladies. I also let his buddies come over on the weekends for their seemingly endless games and I enthusiastically, (as much as possible anyways), listen to his stories about the online poker tournaments he’s playing in. However, I will admit that the one thing I do enjoy is helping him spend the cash he wins...
My boyfriend likes to say I’m a Lady of the Felt. I think there’s a poker reference in there somewhere. Call me whatever you want but the way I see it, us girls behind the rail are the lucky charms of the poker world. While I’m good at acting bored; you often see me tweeting and texting away while the guys do their thing on the table, I’m always counted on to flash a good-luck smile or offer an encouraging “you can bluff your way out of this one” thumbs up.
Now, against all odds, I’ve somehow been roped into becoming a poker blogger by my boyfriend and the team at Bovada Poker, who I met at an event a few weeks back. Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t know any poker rules or terms and I’m certainly not capable of giving you any strategy tips. But at least I am mildly aware that knowing when to fold them isn’t a reference to laundry. I hope you will follow me in this journey of self and poker discovery, but please remember— I’m just a party girl who flew across the world in search of fun and fell for a poker-obsessed American.
Until the next hand,

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About the author: A self-confessed poker groupie and entertainment junkie, blogs about her journey of adventure and self discovery at the "Girl Behind the Rail." To learn more about her journey and life outside of poker, you can follow her at Facebook, Twitter and Google+.