I was playing in a 3/6 no limit poker game at a strip casino. (3/6 means the table had a $3 small blind and a $6 big blind.) I don't play a lot of poker, I find it too slow for my tastes and it takes more skill and patience than I have to be successful. On that particular game I was on a winning streak and ran my stack up over $1,300. After winning another pot from this one specific player, he jumped up and pulled a book out of a white paper bag. Pointing the book at me he said very loudly, "There's a whole chapter written in here about you. You're a textbook player". I said nothing, not knowing what a textbook player was. Was it a good thing, was it a bad thing, I didn't know. By the way, I've never read a book on poker. The player to my right was knowledgeable; he was a poker dealer at another casino. I whispered to him, "I'm not sure if I like being called a textbook player. "Just take solace in that pile of chips in front of you," the poker dealer told me. I played a couple more hands before I decided to leave. As soon as I got up and started heading for the door, Mr. Loud Mouth ran over and took my seat.