In reply to “In a Daze” I remember in my younger days an awful lot of relationships making and breaking courtesy of bridge clubs and tournaments. One devastatingly attractive young lady I once new did leave a trail of havoc behind her; I first saw her at a tournament in London in 1978 and had a moment similar to that in The Godfather when Michael Corleone sees Appollonia in Sicily and stands rooted to the spot with a stunned expression. I wasn’t so dignified – I tried to walk through a door while (rudely – sorry!) staring at her and smacked into a wall instead. Just a little embarrassing… Ironically I ran into her again years later as I met her father and stepmother at a Bridge club where I played in the early 1980s; we played a couple of times but she was onto spouse number 3.
Of course bridge players are now generally older than then but I dare say there are Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice incidents or similar going on. Did Myrtle Bennett’s next husband (if there was one) play I wonder?
Regards,
Iain
bobbywolffMarch 1st, 2020 at 2:14 pm
Hi Iain,
No doubt and not in jest, bridge and romantic loving seem to go together like kings taking queens, also resulting in “real time eloping’ or more succinct, playing one over one forcing as not always required, but rather just preferred.
Back in the far ago day, it seemed customary to treat winning a “mixed pair bridge tournament’ to usually mean interrupting sleep patterns for partnership activity, usually not featuring much, if any, discussion.
However that was long ago and sadly far away, although not entirely but very occasionally, only worth a sweet dream. Suffice it to say, a method of reward for winning, at least on a par with the immediate acclaim and, of course, back then, with the number of masterpoints awarded, many fewer than now, but at the time, and every thing considered, often, most satisfying.
Unfortunately, even I, was not alive, (similar to her previous husband) back in the attention distraction days of the Bennetts.
But it is probably safe to say, that whether the next husband (if any) developed a bridge partnership with his new found lady love, would likely depend on whether and when bullet proof vests were invented, especially if he was not an incredibly talented declarer.
Bill CubleyMarch 2nd, 2020 at 3:07 pm
A woman I worked with in San Francisco always asked my on Friday if I was playing with Anne, my wife. I always said was playing with Betty. After several weeks she finally asked if I was playing with Betty. I replied she stood me up to play with a gay guy.
I then had to explain playing bridge and having sex with someone are different. Told her the present Mrs Martel is the former Mrs Stansby and this did not prevent the husbands winning many events at the top levels. She was awed and I told her to close her mouth before a fly got in.
I did win an event in the regional which you and Judy would have enjoyed attending. Batter .500 in song requests to the pianist Eric Rodwell.
bobbywolffMarch 2nd, 2020 at 3:31 pm
Hi Bill,
Methinks that the experiences you relate are uniquely American.
Mark it up, and although others believe that never the Twain shall meet, it is well known that everyone has to give to get. Add to that getting is usually more fun than giving as suggested by ge, alphabetically coming before gi,
No doubt, if one tries hard enough, he or she can justify almost anything, even the distinctly American version of “hating”, magnified by our horrible political system of turning all involved into a combination of liars, exaggerators, and general no-gooders, a lethal combination which eventually, if left unchecked, will turn our former beloved country into a third world one.
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Hi Bobby,
In reply to “In a Daze” I remember in my younger days an awful lot of relationships making and breaking courtesy of bridge clubs and tournaments. One devastatingly attractive young lady I once new did leave a trail of havoc behind her; I first saw her at a tournament in London in 1978 and had a moment similar to that in The Godfather when Michael Corleone sees Appollonia in Sicily and stands rooted to the spot with a stunned expression. I wasn’t so dignified – I tried to walk through a door while (rudely – sorry!) staring at her and smacked into a wall instead. Just a little embarrassing… Ironically I ran into her again years later as I met her father and stepmother at a Bridge club where I played in the early 1980s; we played a couple of times but she was onto spouse number 3.
Of course bridge players are now generally older than then but I dare say there are Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice incidents or similar going on. Did Myrtle Bennett’s next husband (if there was one) play I wonder?
Regards,
Iain
Hi Iain,
No doubt and not in jest, bridge and romantic loving seem to go together like kings taking queens, also resulting in “real time eloping’ or more succinct, playing one over one forcing as not always required, but rather just preferred.
Back in the far ago day, it seemed customary to treat winning a “mixed pair bridge tournament’ to usually mean interrupting sleep patterns for partnership activity, usually not featuring much, if any, discussion.
However that was long ago and sadly far away, although not entirely but very occasionally, only worth a sweet dream. Suffice it to say, a method of reward for winning, at least on a par with the immediate acclaim and, of course, back then, with the number of masterpoints awarded, many fewer than now, but at the time, and every thing considered, often, most satisfying.
Unfortunately, even I, was not alive, (similar to her previous husband) back in the attention distraction days of the Bennetts.
But it is probably safe to say, that whether the next husband (if any) developed a bridge partnership with his new found lady love, would likely depend on whether and when bullet proof vests were invented, especially if he was not an incredibly talented declarer.
A woman I worked with in San Francisco always asked my on Friday if I was playing with Anne, my wife. I always said was playing with Betty. After several weeks she finally asked if I was playing with Betty. I replied she stood me up to play with a gay guy.
I then had to explain playing bridge and having sex with someone are different. Told her the present Mrs Martel is the former Mrs Stansby and this did not prevent the husbands winning many events at the top levels. She was awed and I told her to close her mouth before a fly got in.
I did win an event in the regional which you and Judy would have enjoyed attending. Batter .500 in song requests to the pianist Eric Rodwell.
Hi Bill,
Methinks that the experiences you relate are uniquely American.
Mark it up, and although others believe that never the Twain shall meet, it is well known that everyone has to give to get. Add to that getting is usually more fun than giving as suggested by ge, alphabetically coming before gi,
No doubt, if one tries hard enough, he or she can justify almost anything, even the distinctly American version of “hating”, magnified by our horrible political system of turning all involved into a combination of liars, exaggerators, and general no-gooders, a lethal combination which eventually, if left unchecked, will turn our former beloved country into a third world one.