There was something wrong with me. For some reason I lost my mojo, and I had a feeling Gina Martinez had something to do with it. After she left, I felt like an idiot. We had a great time, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her what I really wanted.
Then the next day on Sunday, I went to the bar to meet a few friends. I had been very busy during the week, and once a month I played poker with a few guys. We normally hit a few clubs afterward. It was also an opportunity for me to pick up a new woman. Crystal kept calling, reminding me that we had dinner planned. I had already contacted someone who could solve my dilemma with Crystal. He was looking into Davies for me. Ten years ago, I went with Andrew's ideas, and now I was paying for that mistake.