Do Women Still Blow on Dice?

One thing about me is I've never set foot in a casino.

I've only every experienced them through the magic of cinema, which means I only exactly three things about them:

1. I'll never understand baccarat no matter how many times I watch James Bond play it.
2. With a ragtag group of low-lives and an airtight plan, you can rob the house blind (and look cool as hell while you do it).
3. If you want to win at craps, you have to get a sultry dame to blow on your dice.

Now, the casino heists, I mostly get. But that last one just baffles me.

I guess it's supposed to be some kind of sexual sorcery that lucks up your roll, but the more you think about it, the sillier it is. Why blowing? Why a sexy lady? Why any of it?

Whoever first came up with it must've been deep in the throes of a high-grade gambling fever.

So, I'm sitting here with a bunch of questions. Did it ever actually happen? Does it still happen? If you hang around the craps table long enough, do you get to see some sweaty guy with a loose bowtie asking the gal with the longest gams to puff on his dice before he tosses them?

And most importantly: does it actually work? 

 

Putting the Dice Blow to the Test

I don't live near any kind of gambling establishment, so if I'm gonna test this out, I'll need to work with what I've got at home.

I'm married, so that takes care of the most important element - I've got an attractive woman with a pair of lips who can give me some of that witchy magic.

The real obstacle is the game itself. Because there's no way for me to wager on anything that actually involves throwing dice.

I could probably play craps online, but that would involve clicking instead of rolling. And getting Mrs. Lucky Duck to blow on my PC monitor would probably accomplish nothing other than making us both feel awkward. 

So, no dice (literally).

Instead, I decided to buy a small stack of scratch-offs and get her to scratch them off for me. That's reasonably close - sorta kinda.

Nothing too fancy this time around: a 2X Blitz, a Bingo, and a Winning 7 to round it out.

Like a guy on a roll, I pinned all my hopes of winning on her. Her feminine energy would work some kind of alchemy with the scratchers that would get us a really big payout.

All I had to do was sit back and wait for the money to roll in.

Snake Eyes

... And all of them were duds.

Not a single winner in the pack.

Now, to be fair, I did stack the odds against her. On average, you can expect to get a win every four tickets or so, so handing her three meant I was really letting her mojo do all the heavy lifting.

So much for the magic of blowing.

Though it occurs to me now that I might have done the whole thing wrong.

Getting her to dust off the tickets wasn't the right move. That's like asking her to throw the deice herself, which isn't how this is supposed to work.

Next time, I'm doing this the right way.

I'll get her to blow on the stack but I'll be scratching them off myself.

Then I'll finally know for sure if this superstition makes any sense or if it's yet another gamblers' delusion.

 

Thanks for reading and feel free to support my nonsense.