In college, I had quite a few guy friends. One night, we were studying together and when we finished we decided that we wanted to play a game. We selected strip poker, and they thought they had it in the bag. I couldn't possibly be any good. They had no idea how wrong they were, and instead of it being me without any clothes on my body, it was them with pillows over their privates, admitting utter defeat to my mad poker skills. It was a great feeling, and they never lived it down for the rest of the time we were in college together. They knew not to play poker with the master.