…Being free to spend my days as I wanted opened up a world that I had long been removed from. A world where you do not have to buy a separate throw-away phone to talk to someone. A world where you can introduce yourself with your real name and explain what you do for a living. A world where you can maintain a friendship with someone from a foreign country without filling out a bunch of paperwork. A much less paranoid world. A much more truthful world…
Category Archives: Single in the CIA
A Woman’s Place is in the Kitchen…
…When he finally gave it to me, it was a t-shirt. Now, I am not a very materialistic person, but after he had hyped up his gift, a t-shirt was not exactly what I had expected. I suppose it was better than the oven mitt and apron he brought me from his first trip to Europe…
Dodging Perverts and Cubicle Warfare…
…However, I was not prepared nor particularly suited for the reality of the workplace dynamics, in which I spent much of my days dodging perverts and battling unseen enemies lurking behind cubicle walls…
Sinking to New Lows…
…I suppose I reached a true low point when I started going out for drinks with Annie on weekends. Years of emotional abuse from a porn-addicted boyfriend can do that to you…
My first proofs…..
Taxpayer Money…
…I wasn’t so sure I wanted to go visit him in Europe at this point, not knowing what his mental state would be. I was content for now to continue our daily online chats. His schedule became a little more erratic, since kite surfing began taking up much of his days. I couldn’t help but think it was not such a bad deal to receive a paycheck while hanging out at the beach all day…
Crazy Clueless Annie…
…Annie was one of the main people who made me question the Agency’s hiring process. This was a girl who one day innocently asked me,
“What does coo mean?”
Confused, I asked her to clarify if she meant the noise a baby makes. She explained that she had heard the word used in the context that made me realize she meant coup d’état. An employee at the CIA in the National Clandestine Service did not know what a coup was…
Proactiv Anyone?
…I based my fictitious fiancé on a plastic surgeon I had met through family friends. Maybe it was the distraction created by my huge pulsating zit, but Oliver and Allen seemed to buy my story of pending nuptials to this doctor. This did not deter them from telling me some interesting stories about Archie…
Dumped in Europe…
…He yanked my bag out of the trunk and placed it on the ground, grumbling, “Have a nice life.” With that, he turned, got back in the car, and drove off.
I teared up immediately. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach and stabbed in the heart. Trying to keep myself together, I grabbed my bag and rolled it into the airport to find which gate I needed to get to. The airport was somewhat confusing, and I was about to have a full-fledged break down in front of hundreds of strangers…
And the spell was broken…
…I began to see Jarod for what he was, a lonely guy who lied for a living…