When I said I was going, your reaction was how I anticipated. You give me nothing, no head tilt, no cocked eyebrow to show you care. No call to find out if I was bluffing and certainly no raise. We each hold our cards close to our chest. We both have marvellous poker faces, expressions drowned in ambivalence. On the most part, we both check and neither of us are phased when the other wins. We’re both pretty evenly stacked. The pot is small. You win one, me the next. Love is like poker, if you don’t have a big enough stack, no one notices when you’re all in.