Poker Night Is My Outlet, My Time For Myself

The real story lies in the closet. As the heir to a family of valor, not being in the military was an embarrassment. I joined the Air Force, with a degree in statistics I worked behind a desk. After my enlistment I went to work for an insurance company as a an actuarial statistician. A job that required a suit and tie. The old image was alive and well.

I was promoted and paid well. A wife was found for me, the orphan grand daughter of some friends from church was introduced. Six months later we were married, she was nineteen and I was twenty seven. There never was romance. Only 'duty'. Hers and mine. For the first years in my marriage I felt sorry for her. She became completely dependent.

Three kids, a three bedroom house, a minivan. We had a family, but the age difference and the education difference took it's toll. All along I was playing poker twice a week, a diversion for its real objective, parties with other gay men. When I was home, I had three children and a wife who needed as much attention as they did.

Its been thirty years from when I got married, the kids are out of the house. I still go to poker twice a week, to meet up with a man to have sex.