I'll try to keep it short as possible. Last Thursday a old friend was getting remarried and decided to get a few friends together. He lives about an hour and half drive away, after we were done a few of us decided to get a coffee before the ride home. We got to the coffee shop and when I sat down I could swear there was an older man that looked like a older man I work with. We made eye contact and he came over to say hi and we had a little small talk. When he was walking away I couldn't help but notice he was wearing leather pants and biker style boots and a leather cap. I turned to my friends and told them"wow right when you think you know someone" I explained to them that I have been working side by side with him for more then twenty eight years and he seemed like your typical old Italian wine, sausage, tomato sauce making man, who comes to work everyday talking about Italian soccer and his grand kids and know I see him dressed in leather sitting and holding hands with a women that I have seen his wife many times and that women is not her. I get up to go to the washroom and when I come out he pulls me aside and wanting to explain. I told him he doesn't have to explain anything to me, what he does on his time is non of my business, but he felt that he had to. He told me after many years married he is happy but it all becomes predictable and for the last few years he dresses up and comes here to a older crowd bar and he isn't the same everyday guy, every Thursday he comes here and dances and gets away from that other guy, and that's how he gets though life, waiting for Thursday night to come so He could just hang around with different people and different women, and hopes I don't lose any respect because of this. I told him if he was kidding, I wish I could do that. He told me he tells his wife he's playing cards with the boys but for the last few years she doesn't even ask anymore and that he thinks she know what he's doing, but seeing him happy she probably closes an eye. I got home and told my wife and she couldn't believe it, but she also reminded me about a co worker of hers last year we went to a jazz bar and he was playing bass guitar, and when she asked why he didn't say anything that she would have come to watch him, he told her he didn't want anybody to watch him, for once a week he believed he was a rock star and not that guy in the office and that's what kept his sanity. Well i guess we all have skeletons in our closets and we all need something different in our lives, I almost felt normal for once. I couldn't believe that my co worker has been cheating on his wife for many years, I am beginning to ask myself what's worse, cheating or dressing like a women once a week. I just wanted to share this with you all, and believe we all have our own secret lives. My wife told me many times to look for a social group in our city so even I could dress and escape my everyday life, that I don't golf or play hockey anymore and why not make a night for me. I don't know the closet is a very safe place