I seem to have a Single White Female moment on my hands and I don’t know quite how to handle it.  They say that imitation is the best form of flattery but in all reality it’s just plain creepy. At the end of each day I tell myself, “Preita, get over yourself it doesn’t matter” then the next day it’s worse & more creepy.  The moment I see one of my trademark polos on this person is the day I’m going to loose my mind. Which might actually be as early as friday.