I finished moving into my townhouse yesterday. My girlfriend and I worked on my favorite piece of furniture, a handmade chess table, for 12 difficult hours. I enjoy chess and tried to get her into it one night last week in Chicago. She nearly beat me in the second game of her entire life. I've played countless times in the distant past.
Today we used the finished chess table for the first time. She beat me handily while saying that she "just wanted to finish in the morning" for most of the match.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," she said, staring down at my feeble king and four pawns. "What should I do next?"
My girlfriend might be a hustler.