I'm spending quite a bit of time at my solicitor's office here in France these past weeks (house purchase, inheritance law, financial transactions, etc.) I was dreading having to do all this stuff but am glad to have learned more about such subjects which don't come naturally to me. The solicitor (and one of his female colleagues) are showing me affection; plenty of hugs, kisses on the cheek, coffees. He calls me by my first name and teases me a lot whilst remaining very courteous. Of course, I'm no fool; all this show of kindness is partly commercial on their part, on HIS part, but, my instinct tells me that he appreciates me.
Why am I writing about this? Well, I was there again this afternoon for more paperwork. The solicitor behaved with the same enthusiasm, kisses, kindness, compliments. It makes me feel awkward (I manage to conceal it) although I know that, this being a professional relationship, nothing more will ever happen. But I'll confess it does confuse me. Certain signals he's giving out are befuddling my brain and hormones 
and I find myself not sure how I feel which pisses me off because a lot of this comes from him.
I'm always good at keeping my emotional distance from married colleagues or adult students, for example. I never overstep the mark if I feel that they might be doing so. This solicitor exudes stability and is different for that reason. I know this will pass (it has to) but I'm not completely serene about him.
But, what I should be telling myself is that there is a pleasant connection between us which will could be healthy (I hope) or will not run the risk of becoming passionate or intense. Maybe his purpose in my life is to wean me off my NC man. A kind of stepping stone without consequence.
I REALLY must stop writing about me, me, me. It's just been one of those days. I am sorry!