Confounded Accusations

There is this girl that I have a really big crush on upstairs. I'm at work. In the basement. Her name is Emily and she works at the pharmacy where I get my meds at. She has kind of a big nose, which I like for some reason and really cute little "V" cut vampire bangs. She's been super nice to me everytime that I've gone in to pick something up. I want to talk to her. I wish that there was some reason for me to do that. Like some official liberry reason. There isn't. I wish that I was working circ today. She has some science fiction book that she is gonna check out. Then I'd be able to chat her up for a sec which I think would be enough to satiate my curiosity . What i like about her is her lab coat. You know the kind that pharmacy techs where. It makes her look like a cute little goth doctor. I think that i've actually wrote about this before. It's a long term crush. Man, do most married guys carry on about random chicks this way? Maritza knows about Emily. She thinks that she's cute too. Once when she was going over to pick some shit up i told her "If Emily helps you tell her that I saw her at the liberry once. See if she knows who i am" Maritza said "sure" She's good about capitulating to my goofy demands. I think she has an idea of what it takes to stay married. Let the stupid little shit slide. Just play along. Anyhow, Emily didn't work that day or whatever so i never got to find out if she knows I'm alive. I wonder if there is someone somewhere hung up on me the way that I get hung up on girls? I would imagine not.


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