How could I be so great at poker if I have no poker face?

Apparently I'm transparent. It makes me a horrible liar, and pretty damn guileless. A friend of mine proposed a little game to illustrate the point.



him: Pick a subject, one you really like.

me: Geometry.

him: Oh God.

me: hee hee

him: Laughter and funny is good, let's go with that

me: Sex is better, let's go with that.

him: Oh god.

me: hee hee, wassup?

him: The goal is to conceal that emotion from me this afternoon, I'll conceal it from you as well. Whenever you think something is sexy, or have sexual thoughts don't let it show on that gorgeous face.

Me in my head: "Since when do I have a gorgeous face?" that's weird. This is a silly game, but I play poker; this is doable.

me: Alrighty, sounds easy.

him: If I catch you giving it away, I get points, depending on how sexy the thought is; on a scale from one to ten.

me: Ten being... wait a minute. Let's go back to laughter so it's more fair.

him: whaddayamean?

me: Men have a lot more practice at concealing their thoughts about sex. I've never concealed mine.

him: Oh. Well I'm at an advantage on the funny/laughter challenge too.

me: Pourqois?

him: I make you laugh all the time. You can't help it. I'm funny. You on the other hand...

me: Shut it.

The result: We decided to go with funny. He kicked my ass.