My name is George, I used to be a single father. My two kids joined a
school trip so I in turn was free to join Andy and John in John's mini
to a weekend Swiss, my first tournament. All four of us studied at the
same department, and the three of us were frequenting a local chess
club. The fourth traveler was Cindy herself, the cutest girl ever. Why
she volunteered to assist us with chores (what chores?) during the
tournament was beyond my comprehension but I was psyched up for the
competition and didn't dwell on this psychologically interesting
question. Only when she said that the winner would take all did I
understand that perhaps she had designs on Andy, our chess master.

John, dirty man that he is, immediately suggested that the runner up
would watch. Cindy was game.

It was going to be my first tournament, while John knew a lot about
chess and on a good day could win against anybody.

Andy was strangely subdued. He won his first game but had to work. I
was sure that I lost in the opening but I kept playing and I won. John
was telling me proudly that he totally outplayed his opponent rated
four hundred points above him. Concentrate John, I thought. John lost.
Next round I played an obnoxious guy and lost, and so did John. Andy
won but not smoothly. Third round. John loses again, I drew against an
1800+ player and Andy won a beauty. My opponent didn't want to concede
the obvious draw, it was getting late and he kept playing. But when
Cindy brought me coffee, french bageutte and omellette, he agreed to
draw instantly. Thank you, Cindy, that was sweet.

We got our tent from the mini and went to sleep. John made some lewd
remarks but Andy wanted to rest and Cindy was in no mood for any hanky
panky with John.

Next morning I played sac after sac. Viewers exclaimed "wow!" and
Cindy was all smiles. John, finally, won too. But Andy played long and
hard and, in a better position, had to adjourn anyway. He looked
tired.

The last round, I carelessly lost, John won against a weak opponent,
and Andy, unbelievable but he lost. He still had to play the adjourned
game. With bishops of opposite colors he had to be satisfied with
draw.

We were going home in a gloomy mood. Personally I did ok, two and a
half out of five, and I even shared the award for the best unrated
player, just a few bucks. But Andy with three and a half was out of
money. "Andy", said John, "you still have the best result of the three
of us, so let George watch you score with Cindy and I'll drive and
peek into the mirror". We said nothing so John broke the silence
again: "George got the money, perhaps he should get Cindy". Andy only
said "sure". These circumstances were not for me. "I'll take a rain
check" I said... The whole trip back was nothing to remember.

For the next two months I'd say "hello" to Cindy on occasions and
that's all. Then suddenly she showed up at my place to babysit my
kids. No single father can object to that. In the next few weeks she
babysat for me quite often, then we got married--great, even our
college grades improved, and now I play in chess tournaments regularly
but Cindy prefers to stay home.

right.....

neither chess nor story .... what are we to think?