Gosh, I'm hoping every guy here that said they would, is just really joking and wouldn't fold.
I wouldn't fold.
Please don't tell me its true. Is any one woman, for one night, worth that much to you. Really? Is it??? Hmm, let's see review the evidence--uh, guess it is to them.
... but money is just money, after all.
Now, if I could just think of "my dream woman" I might be able to put this into context a bit better. But I find it really hard to believe I'd fold.
See, here's the thing.
When this happens, I'm sitting at the final table of the
wsop. How the hell I ended up there, I have no idea, but there I am, after a week of playing poker. The final table has probably been going for over 10 hours by the time this is happening. I'm tired. Really tired. I've probably been sweating; not so much because it's warm, but because they put spotlights on the final table and my heart is likely to have been beating. My vision is blurry. I'm trying to stay focused.
What keeps me going? One goal. That big-ass pile of money in the middle of the table. That's what I'm here for. Now I have it, I just need to...
Whispered: "If you fold, you can have me."
Uh.
Wtf.
Me: "Can someone call security? Seriously, get this person away from the table with all the money."
Besides, how cool is THAT story! Screw sleeping with your dream woman, imagine being able for the rest of your life to tell your buddies that you had (Angelina Jolie/Sandra Bullock/Whoever people have as their dream woman) escorted away from you by Harrah's security!
Yeah, anyway.
What were we talking about? I forget.