I have been friends at work with an early 30s guy called Renaldo for three years. As victims of bullying when we began the job, we bonded over drinks in the pub, nights out together etc. I am senior to him and, over the years, have provided hours of support, career advice and informal training both in and out of the office. The company is pretty informal and we all go out for drinks a lot, etc etc, although often Renaldo invites me out for the evening alone.
Recently I fell for him rather, and, while careful not to make a pass (he?s the one who always hugs and kisses me), made my feelings clear. He didn?t respond and I quietly backed off. Around the same time I was diagnosed with a nasty stress-related complaint, the symptoms of which meant I had to tell work about it, albeit leaving out some of the details that I thought would make me look unreliable (eg not being able to travel far). I told Tom about it and asked him to keep it private
The gut complaint has got worse and I now need another meeting with our boss, which is a concern because I don?t want the company to write me off and I need the job.
I texted Renaldo and asked him for his advice in dealing with it ? he replied ?Please let me be!? I?ve sent him over 3 years, about 10 texts ? admittedly 4 in the last month. (I invited him to events outside work, but always with others too.) Shocked and hurt, I texted back grumpily informing him that I was sorry to hear my illness bored him, and I would indeed stop contact.
I discovered this morning that he has complained about me to his line manager ? apparently not for the first time. They had a meeting for 30 mins, subject line: ?More Corygal shenanigans I?m afraid.?
I must say, while I should clearly consider the possibility I may have overstepped the mark somewhat, I think this is a bit OTT. I have never behaved inappropriately in the office, and as far as I know not out it either. Laughing, joking and back-patting took place ? I even asked him to put tiger balm on my back once, which he agreed to - this took place because I was under the impression we were friends. He described me to a colleague as ?my best mate.?
The line manager and I are up for the same promotion, incidentally.