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From Casino Slots to Sandy Beach: A Jackpot Smooch

Moving to a new place for work usually means your coworkers become your first friends and initial social circle. In New Jersey, one of my earliest buddies happened to be a coworker. We bonded over our shared humble beginnings and solitary lives, quickly becoming pals. To beat loneliness, he had a penchant for long drives, often cruising all the way to Atlantic City, the casino mecca of New Jersey, with its bustling boardwalks and beaches, where he sought thrills at slot machines and blackjack tables.

One Friday evening as the weekend kicked off, I got a call from him. “Dude, I’m heading to Atlantic City for some slots. Come join me,” he declared, more like a command than an invitation.

“Nah, I’ll pass. I’m good chilling at home,” I replied, not eager to part with my hard-earned cash at the casinos. Being new on the job, money was tight, and besides, I was itching to catch up with my folks in India who were just waking up to their morning while we were winding down our day in New Jersey.

“It’s gonna be a blast, I promise!” he insisted, but I held firm, so he went solo.

I had just wrapped up a call with my parents in India when my phone buzzed again. It was my buddy, sounding like he’d hit the jackpot. And honestly, I almost believed he had hit the literal jackpot.

“Dude, you won’t believe what happened! I finally did it! I kissed a girl tonight!” he exclaimed, practically over the moon with excitement.

“Seriously? That was quick. Tell me more!” I responded, thoroughly intrigued.

“So, there I was at this slot machine, and this young chick was playing the one next to me. She ran out of money but wanted to keep playing, so she asked if I could give her some. I handed her $20, and she kept going for another hour. When she finished that, she asked for another $20. I told her, ‘Sure, but only if you give me a kiss in return.’ She said she had a boyfriend, but after I pleaded, telling her I’d never had a girlfriend or kissed anyone, she agreed.”

I listened intently, the story getting juicier by the second.

“She said we could only kiss on the beach. So, we took a stroll on the boardwalk and then headed to the beach. It was dark, and I knew it was now or never. I pounced on her so hard we both fell into the sand, with me lying on top of her, kissing her passionately. I could die happy now. I had my kiss!”

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter imagining him unleashing his inner lion for a kiss. What he saw as a triumph was probably the girl feeling a mix of awkwardness and pity. But hey, who am I to judge? His desperate quest for a kiss reminded me of my own desperation to score a girlfriend back in college. If it made him happy, then it’s a win in his book. All’s well that ends with a face full of sand, I suppose.

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