My father never played with me when I was a little girl, at least I can't remember. He always sat there with his Newspaper in front of his nose and glanced from time to time to see what I was doing.
As soon as I was old enough he taught me chess. I learned rather quickly and then we would play together.
I am a spontaneous player and don't think very long which figure I have to move, while he was thinking and thinking about the next move.
So while I did my move in no time, he sat there and calculated and calculated. Finally I got bored and took a book and read while he was still pondering about the next move. The fact that I was reading bothered him very much and he got angry and told me to think harder ! I didn't want to think hard, I moved my figure just like that like a professional gambler.
The worst was that I mostly won, and that he didn't like at all. He was a very bad looser and got angry. He told me that I can't play and that I am not serious at all. I didn't care, I let him think, read my book and so it continued.
When I won too many times he got fed up and didn't want to play anymore. Good for me, because I started to find this game rather boring at least with a partner like that !
Now it's a long time I haven't played chess anymore, but it's still a game I like.
No way !
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