Cass, hope you have fun spending it. Trish, Raquel, that goes for the two of you as well. She went to her desk and pulled out what looked like another deck of cards.
I don't want to be educated, I want to drink and kill braincells. That you don't need some guy just to have fun. That your happiness shouldn't be based solely on what some guy thinks of you, and whether he thinks you're hot or not.
That we as women shouldn't measure each other on how men perceive us physically and find fault in those that they deem unworthy. The others began to follow suit, but all paused when Megan gave them a look at the new deck. They were somewhat larger than regulation cards, but also much more ornate, seemingly hand drawn, and quite old. She'd come to a few of my seminars, and she just gave them to me. Only this time we don't bet with our money. Instead, we bet with our physical attributes.
You take what the guys tend to notice about you, be it your height, your weight, hair, bust, butt, or whatever, and you bet with it. Whatever those things are measured in, say inches or cups, those are the increments you bet in. Got it? Besides, just what is this going to teach us anyway?
Also, through the law of averages, it should even things out, or so that was my hope. You know I didn't realize our little Cass was such a card shark. Talking about looks made them all embarrassed, especially in front of Cass. While certainly not unattractive, Cassandra just didn't stand out in any real way physically. She was never noticed, especially since she had the odd habit of surrounding herself with girls more obviously blessed than she. Just stay open minded, and try to visualize what's going on.
