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My entire department at work got reorganised last month. They called it a 'strategic realignment.' I called it early retirement with a cake. So there I was, sixty-two years old, holding a plastic glass of warm champagne and a gold watch that probably cost less than the cake, wondering what the hell I was going to do with myself on a Tuesday morning. My wife, Sue, was thrilled to have me home. For about a week. Then she started leaving lists of chores. Long lists. I love her to death, but I was starting to miss my old desk.

One afternoon, I was hiding in my study from the terrifying prospect of reorganizing the garage. My grandson, Leo, had been over the weekend and left his tablet on my desk. I picked it up, meaning to put it on the charger, and the screen lit up. He’d been watching some video game streamer, and an ad played automatically. It was for an online casino. I was about to click off when I saw the words "LIVE DEALER." That piqued my interest. I’d been to Vegas once, years ago, and the best part was the chatter and energy at the real tables. This seemed… different from just clicking a button against a computer.

Later that night, after Sue had gone to bed, I dug out my reading glasses and found the site on my laptop. I figured I’d throw in fifty bucks, the cost of a nice dinner out, and see what this "live" thing was all about. I found the section and my screen filled with thumbnails of actual people dealing cards in real time. It was like a TV channel dedicated to blackjack and roulette. I clicked on a blackjack table labeled "Sky247 live." The video quality was crystal clear. A dealer—a guy my age with a fantastic head of silver hair and a nameplate that read "Dimitri"—smiled warmly at the camera. "Welcome, new player. Good luck to you," he said, and it felt like he was actually talking to me.

I bought in. The interface let me place my bet on a digital felt, and Dimitri dealt the cards. I got a 16. He was showing a 7. I hate hitting on 16. It’s a death sentence. I mumbled, "Ah, heck with it," and clicked the HIT button. A 5 of hearts slid into my box. 21. Dimitri gave a small, professional nod. "Excellent hit, sir." He turned over his hole card—a 10. He had 17. My $5 bet paid $7.50. It was a tiny win, but it felt huge. It felt strategic. It felt like I’d outsmarted the game, not a random number generator.

For the next hour, that’s how it went. I wasn’t just playing cards; I was part of a little digital community. There were three other players at the table. Their usernames popped up with emojis when they won. 'LuckyLisa23' from Texas kept hitting on 19 and somehow winning. We all started typing little messages of encouragement to each other in the chat box. "Nice one, Lisa!" "Oh man, unlucky there, JohnDoe!" Dimitri would chat with us between shoes, talking about the weather in Malta where the studio was. It was… social. It was the exact opposite of the lonely, quiet boredom I’d been feeling.

My fifty dollars had ebbed and flowed, sitting around forty-eight. I was having so much fun with the people I hadn’t even noticed. Then Dimitri announced a new shoe. I put ten dollars down, my biggest bet of the night. He dealt me two 8s. A pair of eights. The worst hand in blackjack. The chat exploded. "Split 'em!" "Double down!" I split them. Now I had two hands. I got a 3 on the first eight. Terrible. A king on the second. Better. I doubled down on the first hand (11 vs. Dimitri's 6). It was a huge, crazy risk. He dealt me another king. 21. The table went wild in the chat. He dealt himself a 10 for 16, and had to hit. He drew a 9. He busted. I won both hands. In one crazy round, my $48 became over $120.

I cashed out right then. I’m not a greedy man. I’d had my fun and then some. The next day, I took Sue out for that nice dinner. When she asked how my "garage organizing" was going, I just smiled and said, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I still log on sometimes, usually late in the evening. I look for Dimitri’s table. It’s not about the money, not really. It’s about the conversation, the little thrill of a good decision, and feeling like I’m sitting at a table with friends from all over the world, without ever having to put on pants. For a retired guy with a gold watch and a long list of chores, that’s a pretty sweet deal.