Um I don't know if I've told you all about my over active immagination. Or my possesiveness. I've never been possesive. But I'm terribly incredibly possesive over Crab. EVERYONE wants him in my eyes. EVERYONE! I mean. How can they NOT!?!?! He is gorgeous, and engaging. His smile will melt you. And have you ever smelled him? No. I'm sure you haven't. And guess what. If it's up to me... YOU WONT and neither would anyone else!
Anyway. The two don't mix. An overactive imagination mixed with possesiveness have me believing or suspecting that every woman in his office is throwing themselves at him. That every part of him day he is having women hitting on him.
So today he said he was going to take the ferry at some point of the day to Staten Island, just for the ride. So I'm now believing that him and some office chick probably the garbage bitch are gonna be riding the ferry as some type of romantic lunch excursion.
Mind you... I'm ACTUALLY mad. Like I'm angry. I want to call his phone repeatedly so she gets suspicious. I want to send him Roses and big ol I LOVE YOU balloons to his job. So then he has to walk from the front desk to his desk with I love you balloons and shit! LOL! I should do it.