Its been a few years since Ive been in a respectable relationship with the US government. After I filed for my DD-vorce-214. People looked at me weird afterward. Here I was given the respect on the street like we were still together but I know I was looked at as damaged goods #Veteran. I remember going through the different stages of separation before finally accepting that its over.   I partied doing all the things I wasn’t allowed to do while we where together but that only lasted so long before that lost its thrill because there was nobody there to care. Depression hit and I let myself go and gained weight. Then Denial I thought we could just be separated and have an estranged relationship where we see each other 1 weekend a month and go on a 2 week vacation every year #Reserves. After I realized that I had to get over “Chesty” so maybe I could make him jealous. So I played with the idea of going out with one of his brothers so I talked to Army, Navy and I think I may have scared the Air Force but flirting with those bastards only made me realize I could never be satisfied with marriage to another or anyone for that matter.

Thats when I realized “I am a strong independent Black woman who don’t need a man”-said with extreme sassiness. So I hit the gym, got a haircut, 5.11 tuxedo and started an internet dating profile at www.shooterjobs.com.  I wasn’t looking for love only for some cheap thrills and after being  married to “Chesty” I also wanted to be treated with respect as well as spoiled. When I first fully stepped in to single life their was a bunch of slime balls who wanted to take me on a 3 month Cruise in Africa or I could stand around some Oil rig in Iraq where all these gang-bangers in Black were hanging out. I found that generally the only people who run with that crowd never had a good reputation when they were with “DoD-dy” and their relationship probably ended because it was their own fault. When you are newly single you have to remember you can develop a reputation and if you get caught up in the wrong crowd you could go to jail, die or lose your fucking citizenship. So I surmised if I was going to be an escort I was going to be High-class. So like Heidi Fliess I hung around DC for some of the Alphabet soup boys who have a huge allowance and zero accountability.

The State Department didn’t like me and didn’t want the real me but took me out for a few dates because they need to keep up appearances. Sure I drove around in big black suburbans and traveled on their dime but in the end it was a relationship of mutual disgust. They wanted me for a little protection and of course someone to blame if they ever got in trouble so they could still be looked at as the goodie 2-shoes of the family. I would get a decent paycheck and the best part a title. I was “Diplomatic Security” so now I was finally a respectable girl once again like the big city girl who is more career oriented and doesn’t want to be tied down. Over time though I became exhausted of working all the time and never being able to really fuck #SexAndCombat because I am fairly confident everyone at the DoS is a liar and or a closeted Homosexual but because that is the golden boy of the family he will never be outed and everything they do will be covered up. After all its the Diplomatic face of the US Government.

After leaving that square I decided I wanted a little danger so I looked around at the Bad Boys of the US government who kind of run a secret society #Rule1OfFightClub type shit and when you meet someone you don’t even get to know their real name. Since I’m not new to anonymous adult games it seems to be a perfect fit for me. The best aspect of these clubs is Im treated as an equal and can plan my own schedule. I still don’t get the respect of someone who is Directly in a committed marriage to the various agencies but I don’t want to be I don’t want the security I want the money and freedom that comes with being a working girl. So I may not get a ring and all the benefits that come from a marriage to the government. If I die there will be no songs sung or any love loss. Like any mistress I do the shit the wife won’t and I get paid to keep it a secret.