Swerving Dervish

A male co-worker's compliments of my appearance would drift into our nearly daily conversations.
Being weak, I briefed the development to a friend.  My initial report quickly swepted me into a swerving  dervish of dialogue coaching sessions..at one point, she offered to texted me lines to weave into my interactions with the man of the hour..

Fearing fear would stop me from a potentially life changing experience..I charged ahead.. only to discover that liking me was not even in the back of his mind..

Sitting in the quiet..with the coaching sessions a memory..I wondered if I even liked him