I've never been much of a gambler.

It's hard to be a card shark when you can't remember what has been picked up, thrown or discarded. The card game  21 poses a slight challenge when trying to quickly add numbers without a calculator, say a 9 and a 7, then having to decide, immediately, if you wanted to be "hit" again. I did like craps, but only because I seemed to have a knack for throwing the dice, and for that, others at the table reward you.

I've not been to the race track in a millennium, Vegas, yes, but only as a pit stop on my way to doing something else. And no, white water rafting, for me, didn't count as gambling with my life.  I've yet to go to Atlantic City or Mohegan Sun. I probably never will.

I've never been much of a gambler.

I do, from time to time, buy lottery tickets. "You pick" I say to the proprietor of the convenience store. I am well aware that some folks spend hours agonizing over their numbers. Birthdays, anniversaries, marriages, divorces, all have incredible mystical, astrological, I am a soothsayer type significance. "You pick" is as significant as I can get.

I'm never been much of a gambler.

Except for the on-line find your match, soul mate, forever buddy, love interest sites. There, one dutifully receives a selection of profiles, with a yes, no or maybe just a click away. And, the theory goes, if you study the profile as if it were a filly running in the 5th at Aqueduct (is there still an Aqueduct?), throw your monthly fee down, you too can possibly, maybe, hopefully, step right up ladies and gentlemen, be a winner.

Maybe I am a gambler.