May 16, 2010 22:37
I started a blog for my students. It was easy to maintain and look after. Maybe I'll give this another go.
Had the first weekend away, which signals that summer is nearly here, that my workload is going to change along with my perception of (my) life. Will I be able to chronicle this change?
This time work was in spa town of Aidipsos. I was sort of dreading going because I'd be working with J. When we first started working together, he set my gaydar off so I casually, in conversation, come out to him. He did not respond in kind. The following year, we were going home from work with a colleague by train. I realised that I wouldn't see these people for a year and didn't want to waste any time with them not talking. Picking up on all his "we"s of that morning, I asked him if he was now in a relationship. He starting hysterically waving his arms in the air saying how great it was to be off the market and before I knew it, he was getting off the train. I turned to my female colleague, puzzled. I asked her if I'd been indiscrete but she assured me that far from, she had wished I had delved further. He'd been the talk of the organisation for years and I had gotten more information out of him than anyone else who had attempted. I was horrified at myself for not realising that I had inadvertently exposed him in such a way. So, for our upcoming weekend, all I really wanted to knowabout was the relationship he was in, and it was the thing I could never allow myself to ask.
Then I did my back in about an hour before i was due to leave, but that is another story.
We got there and went for a swim under a hot waterfall. In our conversations. He confirmed some suspicions I have about my career and consequently he probably has set in motion my course of action over the next few years. After work the following day, I went for a walk up the windy mountains amongst dead snakes and olive groves, which brought back memories of twenty years back, and even further. I realised that all the decisions I have made in my life, I had made when I was fifteen.
Sitting in the beautiful Wellness centre amongst all the bejeweled women, I mentioned this to him, even saying that when I was fifteen, I always had this sneaking suspicion that I'd get old alone. He responded by telling me that being in a relationship is not all that it is cracked up to be. I got the impression that he wanted me to delve in further, but I wouldn't.
I think we ended our collaboaration understanding each other without having said anything. That's not how I do things so I admire my strength to restrain my urges, but it was nice.
That said, now that we are back in our home bases, he's more than likely relieved he never really said anything to me. Kind of sad in a way, but I respect his viewpoint