for a long time, there was this whisper that there was someone within the CIA who had a real obsession with me and it had given some of his colleagues reason for concern because I was like the Elephant in the Langley. they started doing a podcast that made things sound very hunky dory, but for years I trolled the CIA a bit about this mystery man.
the rumor about the man was that he had often considered leaving his wife because they were quite unhappy as a couple. I was the one he thought about a lot, apparently, and this was bad news for the wife and caused a bit of a rift between them. but to me, this could have been anyone in the CIA. I didn't think about it much until it started to feel like everything was going sour for no apparent reason.
a local-ish man I dated about a year and a half ago started to get the deets about halfway through our short relationship, it seemed. I can't tell you exactly what happened but there was this distinct vibe shift where he started looking at me like, "who ARE you?" except our uncanny level of familiarity in the same subject matters seemed unlikely from the beginning. I was suspicious but not exactly paranoid until he started telling me that he was doing some sort of work loosely related to OpenAI.
yeah, ok, it's just the most popular thing so lots of people talk about it, but his domain of expertise had gone back like decades in LLMs. he was a very smart guy, never been married, no kids. I didn't know who Tim Walz was back then, but he was like a more handsome and slightly less weird version of him. stuff about him irked me tbh, and it was mainly that he had a lot of cameras and Google home gadgets all around his house. I just hate men who are like that. like. take your Glock out the closet and stay strapped, buddy.
but the vibe took a left turn when he came back from visiting his mom in the state that I would eventually go to months later. when I picked him up from the airport he seemed frazzled and brought up some things that made me think he'd actually gotten 'handled' for reals this time. I'd been planning on breaking up with him anyway, after the conversation we'd had a week earlier on the way to the airport got far too uncomfortably real.
well, I stayed over for the weekend and it was fine, then he took me home and the conversation about all of it pretty much just...happened. and I knew that he knew. so I broke up with him a few days later and blamed it on the two people I always blamed everything on out of sheer exasperation with how dreadful things were.
between then and when I left for a new state where I started to learn the truth about the thing with That Freaky Ass N**** Named Diddy, lots of people began divulging necessary info for what was potentially going to come next. my own family was being destroyed just to force that next move and I knew it, but it apparently HAD to happen or else. all of my bigtime influence had to move into the local domain to see if it translated.
and wow. looking back on the entire year from April on, that translation really was like open season. it was like somebody wanted to teach me a lesson and protect me from harm but the lessons could only come from close encounters with. there were a few. my Ashkenazi Jewish ex-paramour would occasionally semi-jokingly ask me if I was CIA. I never confirmed nor denied, obviously.