Note: I have no idea about card-games, I admit. So I won't get into depth with that.
I've been at Vegas one time and I don't need to repeat that. I hated it. Sorry, but that's what I felt. It was terrible to witness that abundance of waste of resources and all those people with grim faces gambling along, loosing thousands of dollars and not even giving a dime to the begging veteran in the wheelchair out on the street. I spent some dollars at a slot-machine and after that I knew I could have spent it better.
Just not my cup of tea...
"See you tomorrow." Gil's fingers brush my cheek before we leave his car. The last caress for more than 24 hours. I carry my stuff over to my own.
"Yeah, tomorrow. Enjoy work."
On my ride home I reminisce the past days. The weekend had been a blast! We had so much time to get to know each other, to find how much we did not know after all these years of working together! Neither of us had to be afraid to be dissed or caught in the act by somebody we knew. The people around were Gil's friends who knew he was gay and were easy about it. They kissed at the table and we just had the same rights granted. It was very deliberating.
I hated to think of next Thursday when we would be forced to play our roles again. It had already started over at Gil's. Out of his car we were nothing but good buddies to the neighbors.
I hated it.
Maybe we should slowly break the news to our colleagues? First tell them I was bi, Gil was gay, see how they react and from there... maybe... take the next step and let the full truth come out? It's just too dangerous. Gil could loose his job! And I know well that for him, it's far more than a job. It's part of him, defines a good part of his existence. They find always a reason to kick you out once they found out you're gay.
I enter my place and it seems too quiet. I turn on the stereo and make myself busy with preparing the laundry, filing through the mail, catching up with the latest news. It's been years since I felt so lonely at my home. Suddenly it's cold and empty. It hasn't been like this since... since... SHE had left me.
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It's great!
I can feel the adrenaline pump through my system.
All the familiar sounds, that cacophony of slot-machines and croupiers and gamblers, the lights flashing in all colors of the rainbow.
I have been watching the table for a while, was waiting for the dealer to start with a new set of cards, waited a while until I was rather sure what cards were already out, my pocket full of chips.
Now I'm walking over to a free seat and, with a small nod toss a $10,- chip, have the dealer give me two cards.
Mediocre.
I order another.
I've been at Vegas one time and I don't need to repeat that. I hated it. Sorry, but that's what I felt. It was terrible to witness that abundance of waste of resources and all those people with grim faces gambling along, loosing thousands of dollars and not even giving a dime to the begging veteran in the wheelchair out on the street. I spent some dollars at a slot-machine and after that I knew I could have spent it better.
Just not my cup of tea...
"See you tomorrow." Gil's fingers brush my cheek before we leave his car. The last caress for more than 24 hours. I carry my stuff over to my own.
"Yeah, tomorrow. Enjoy work."
On my ride home I reminisce the past days. The weekend had been a blast! We had so much time to get to know each other, to find how much we did not know after all these years of working together! Neither of us had to be afraid to be dissed or caught in the act by somebody we knew. The people around were Gil's friends who knew he was gay and were easy about it. They kissed at the table and we just had the same rights granted. It was very deliberating.
I hated to think of next Thursday when we would be forced to play our roles again. It had already started over at Gil's. Out of his car we were nothing but good buddies to the neighbors.
I hated it.
Maybe we should slowly break the news to our colleagues? First tell them I was bi, Gil was gay, see how they react and from there... maybe... take the next step and let the full truth come out? It's just too dangerous. Gil could loose his job! And I know well that for him, it's far more than a job. It's part of him, defines a good part of his existence. They find always a reason to kick you out once they found out you're gay.
I enter my place and it seems too quiet. I turn on the stereo and make myself busy with preparing the laundry, filing through the mail, catching up with the latest news. It's been years since I felt so lonely at my home. Suddenly it's cold and empty. It hasn't been like this since... since... SHE had left me.
+++
It's great!
I can feel the adrenaline pump through my system.
All the familiar sounds, that cacophony of slot-machines and croupiers and gamblers, the lights flashing in all colors of the rainbow.
I have been watching the table for a while, was waiting for the dealer to start with a new set of cards, waited a while until I was rather sure what cards were already out, my pocket full of chips.
Now I'm walking over to a free seat and, with a small nod toss a $10,- chip, have the dealer give me two cards.
Mediocre.
I order another.