After nearly 20 years of marriage, I left my wife and began my new life. Unfortunately, I didn't know what would be in that new life.
I felt like a failure and I felt alone.
My wife and I had never been great sexually, but in the final five years of our marriage it was dead. I slept downstairs and I think we were both relieved.
She had lost interest in sex. I was beginning to think I had lost interest in women.
I'm a nice looking preppy executive guy. Think Hugh Grant in a suit. As far back as high school women have hit on me. Most I have turned down. I thought it was because I was picky. But finally, in my early 40s, I was beginning to admit that I thought more about men and cock than about women.
An old high school friend knew I was divorcing and sensed I was in the dumps so he invited me to come stay with him in Bermuda. He worked in the US embassy there and told me he had a great house with a pool and I'd have run of the place.
His wife and little son would be out of the country all summer so he and I could hang out. He even joked about going to strip clubs, though I was not so interested in that. If it came to it, I'd go to make him happy (and maybe to convince myself that I still was attracted to women) but if I could avoid the cheesy strip clubs, I would.
I was down there for sun, relaxation and some drinking. I needed to heal and figure out who the hell I was after 43 years on Planet Earth.
When I arrived in Hamilton, my friend was there to pick me up.
"Hey buddy, I'm so glad to see you, we're going to have a great time," he said. "Reunion time for the wild high school guys!"
