Back at home...Exhibit A

 You scurried out of the house, went to work to look at potentially a fedex code to get your appendage returned (aka active phone), even though I said why not wait till tomorrow. Afterall, you can't do it today. So it don't make sense to go.  You said you didn't even know if ATT was open but grass was wet. Normally you'd make sure something was open. Afterall it's Sunday. It's 9:15 am when you left.

Who is *A*?  Well, her face isn't much to look at but you are more an ass guy and she has it. You have NEVER mentioned her as a friend at work. Not ONE FUCKING TIME.  Not like the others at work I hear about.  Once I saw her message and asked why she was messaging you, you snapped (as usual) it's work, we work together. And it was work related.

About a month ago you said " *A* at worked asked me how long passports take, so I said I'd ask you".  My thought, fucking google it, I'm not an agent. You mentioned her husband, but by all account and looking. Shes not married. She added you on your drunken profile from February Jamaica. Now how the fuck would she know you had a fb page when you had deleted your prior and merely opened a drunken one, yet she knew, right away.  

Once on vacation this August trip, you sent work group friends a message and picture. And look. *A* is part of this friend group. Of all the work friends at work you talk about, except her, shes in the group text. Yet when you send a video of me doing the mermaid thing, *A* isn't in that group message.  Yet when you resume other pics and topics , it includes *A* again.

I don't know if you are cheating. The only reason I'd care is I'd rather you just tell me and make this easy. I think you have profound attraction to *A* and perhaps it's mutual. I believe it fully is. I know where she lives, I know her age and 99% she is not married. But would it matter? Afterall, you are. 

I could be wrong.  I accept I would be and can. But my hunch tells me that thought of your phone arriving here from Jamaica in my hands terrifies you and you are scrambling so it's sent to work.

You clearly thing I'm an idiot. Maybe you are in denial. Perhaps you don't even realize your drawn to *A*. Go, go take her.  Just let me go and do the easy thing and take that from me.

You can have her.  You can have anyone but me because me is never what you wanted.

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