I saw this lady walking out of work with boxes yesterday. It concerned me. Had she been let go? ...then I realized that the boxes were empty...she was walking out with empty boxes. I walked by her cubicle later, and I saw that her stuff was still there. She has all of these weird little plastic skulls in her cubicle. I was glad the skulls were still there.

She's pretty quiet at work...an oddball, some say. Some say she's downright taciturn or angry...or evil. Well, maybe they don't say that she's evil, but people's minds probably do go there and think that...given the fact that she's so quiet...and that she's got all the skulls and all in her cubicle...they probably think she's sitting in her cubicle casting spells on people between her other administrative duties.

She takes breaks at 10:00 am and 3:00 pm...and these are the same times when us smokers start to filter out and gather at the facility's designated smoking area. The plastic skull girl doesn't smoke. She just takes little walks.

By now you've probably figured out that I have a crush on her.

She's thirty. I'm forty. I've asked around, and apparently, I am the one who has talked to her the most out of anybody...with the exception of her immediate supervisor (muscle car mustang driving southern belle with sass...I'm sure their lunches together would be fascinating to witness). Plastic skull girl has long brown hair and blue eyes and she's thin. She wears glasses and normal looking clothes. Pants, never dresses.

There have been times when I have walked right by her, and I have said hello to her, and she didn't say a goddam thing...didn't even look at me.

One time I was talking to her, and I was shocked to learn how many siblings she has.

One time I walked up to her at a company ice cream social and started talking to her, and she walked away.

One time I was mindin my biz, walkin into the building after lunch, without looking up, and she called me over to a picnic table to rap with her about 'work' and 'life' stuff.

Recently, I sort of received a 'promotion,' and she came to where I was sitting and kind of paced around and looked at me and said stuff and fooled around...and then she walked off.

One time we both skipped this all-staff meeting (separately) and we ran into each other in the empty halls and we were roaming the halls (together)...we went back to her cubicle, and she gave me a couple of Jolly Ranchers.

Sometimes, she just don't want to talk to nobody. I don't know if she's got a boyfriend or if she even likes boys, our few conversations never quite reached that subject. I'm 10 years older than her.

Weird, huh? Why would I possibly be sitting here having a crush on her...and writing a blog post about her?

Because I'm stupid.