I came out of the closet to two of my co-workers today. We were chatting about general work delirium. I’ve been going back and forth between several files all day, and after a while it can be pretty mind numbing. Yvonne, a secretary/filing clerk mentioned, “So, when are you going to Atlantic City?” suggesting that I need a break. “Next Wednesday!” I’m damn excited.
Monica, a secretary/translator overheard and perked up. “You are going to Atlantic City? What are you doing there?” Here we go. “Um, gamble. Well, not really gamble. I play poker.” “Oh. Are you careful? I know a friend whose son won $200,000 one night and then lost it all.” I gave my usual line, but modified it. My usual line will be in parantheses, “Well, my interest in gambling (my addictive personality) is kept in check by my anal retentiveness.” I then took some opportunities to lightly explain how poker isn’t against the house, so I actually win fairly steadily. “Not that much. I made about $400 last time.” I failed to mention the $350 in losses at table games.
It’s an interesting thing, coming out. I try not to discuss poker in the office. Just today my boss and I were in a meeting with another partner when my boss said, “You only bluff in poker so many times.” I wanted to chime in, “unless the other players are timid fish!” but instead I put on my best poker face and tried to show no interest at all in his analogy. When we had the conversation about taking time off for my vacation, he asked whereto, because I may have to cancel my trip last minute if a trial doesn’t settle before then (as it turns out, I’m now in the clear). I couldn’t lie. At least not convincingly and over the long run. “Just AC with some friends.” That assuaged his concerns about the ability to cancel my trip. I’m just glad he didn’t pry further.
But my question is, why do I feel so shy about discussing my hobby (interest/love/part-time job that pays crap/ambition)? It’s plainly because poker is a vice. It’s like announcing that I’ll be going on vacation to Ireland so I can drink till I puke blood, or that I am going to Amsterdam to smoke mary jane until my lungs give out. It’s also because I don’t want to open my floodgates and profess my pokery love to people who just won’t understand. I’ll tell you one thing: if people do find out about my poker hobby I won’t mind, BUT they will never find out about this here blog. I’m too smart for that.
Do you have similar experiences? Thank god I’m a married man. I’d hate to meet a chick and then have to explain that I enjoy spending hours daily gambling. Do you keep your “hobby” on the down low at the office or among some religious friends (I don’t have any of those either!)?
It’s an odd thing, because I think the poker aspect of my personality has a lot to offer this office and the world at large. It shows my aggressive, competitive nature. It shows some form of ambition and committment. It shows intelligence and skill. This all assumes that I am a winning player (I am, but I play low stakes) and am competent overall about the game. Bottom line is that I feel proud of my poker playing. I just don’t think everyone will see it the same way.
Until then, I’ll keep it in the closet…as much as possible.

