In A Way I'm Opening Up, Anonymously

I was approached in grad school by a Swiss company to work for them. The pay was more than any other employer offered, but I couldn't get a bead on the company. I agreed to go with them and was resettled to Basel. I was on planes every week. After ten years I had traveled the world, and had become knowledgeable about the long reach of the company.

In ten years I had not had a personal relationship.

I was in Hong Kong waiting for a car that was sent to get me. I had a conversation with an Australian, that I met later for dinner. I had a feeling I never felt before and had gay sex with him. He was gone the next day. It was my first time having sex, ever. I wasn't surprised, it didn't feel wrong, it was just something. It was also the beginning.

My work allowed me to travel from country to country, city to city. In some cities I met a man and went with him. I learned how to tell if a man was interested. I had many sexual encounters, but never repeated. My job was intense, my time owned by my employer. I worked off my stress when I met a man that was willing.

I quit my job after thirty years, I made and saved a lot of money. I have a place in a quiet neighborhood. When I feel the pressure I take a trip somewhere, meet a man and work off my frustrations.

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