I need British Redditors to settle a cultural dispute because apparently I no longer understand what ābanterā means.
I'm (34F) French, living in London. A British guy (30M) joined my team several months ago. I was initially in a more senior/lead role relative to him, and during that time everything between us was completely normal and professional. After a reorganisation, that was no longer the case.
Somewhere after that, our dynamic changed. For context, we are both in long term relationships.
He was the one who initially shifted it into a flirtatious register. He started making more suggestive/relationship-coded jokes, and I started playing along.
And then, to be completely fair to him, I really started playing along.
At this point it's absolutely mutual. I flirt back, initiate things myself and escalate plenty of it. Sometimes he starts it, sometimes I do. I enjoy the dynamic.
So this isn't āmy coworker keeps hitting on me and won't stop.ā He opened that door, I enthusiastically walked through it, and we've both been holding it open ever since.
But he still initiates plenty himself.
He calls me āpookie.ā He asks me things like:
āWould you fancy me if I was a fish?ā
We joke constantly about attraction, jealousy, dates, sex and one of us secretly being in love with the other.
We've had explicitly sexual conversations. During one already suggestive conversation, he asked whether I would sit on him naked.
I asked if I would be rejected.
His answer:
āThere's only one way to find out.ā
Which, yes, is funny. But also not exactly devoid of erotic subtext.
Again: context. I was actively participating in the conversation. He didn't ambush me at the coffee machine with a naked-sitting questionnaire.
Still, an ambitious contribution to the category of platonic workplace banter.
There are also recurring fake dates that he keeps initiating.
Once we were talking about meeting up to discuss work and he sent me a list of āLondon restaurants that are romantic AF.ā
Other times he'll suggest doing something together, I'll ask whether he's actually asking me out, and the answer is essentially: obviously not, idiot, joke.
There is also a genuine friendship underneath all of this. We talk a lot, seek each other out at work, check in on each other, have coffee/lunch together and talk about our relationships and personal lives and make a lot of jokes.
And we get extremely meta about whatever this is.
I've literally told him I like having him as a friend but also enjoy our ābanter flirt,ā and that sometimes I enjoy the flirt part so much that it overshadows the friendship.
His contribution to this mature discussion was shortly afterwards telling me:
āMeet me in bathroom.ā
Growth.
Recently he suggested we watch a work meeting together, just the two of us, and we booked a small room.
There wasn't really any practical reason we needed to watch it together. In fact, once I got there, he spent a large part of the meeting on his phone, which made me wonder why he'd specifically suggested we watch it together in the first place.
I felt like there were some charged moments ā eyes-mouth-eyes eye contacts, sitting very close, legs and arms touching ā but I'm putting all of that firmly in the subjective / potentially delusional column, by now I'm obviously hyper-aware of him.
During the meeting, he asked what I was doing that evening.
I said cleaning and going to the gym.
He said he was going for a beer with a friend.
I asked:
āHow do you want me to react to this?ā
He said something along the lines of:
āThat you're happy for me, that you wish we could have a beer togetherā¦ā
I said:
āWell, that's exactly what I'm saying then.ā
Later, as he walked out of the room to meet his friend, he casually said:
āLove you.ā
ālove youā absolutely did not appear out of nowhere and could very easily have just been another instalment in the joke.
But it didn't leave me indifferent.
The next morning, obviously, I teased him about his ādeclaration of love.ā
He informed me that he loves his cat, his mother and his girlfriend.
Fair.
But because I realised I was hoping there was something underneath, later that day I actually stopped joking and spoke to him seriously irl.
I told him that I'm not completely indifferent to our dynamic. I know I participate, I enjoy it, and I'm not blaming him for something we've mutually created. But sometimes it affects me, and I find it difficult to reconcile how the whole thing feels with how he describes it.
He was very clear:
We're friends. It's banter. You're crazy for thinking otherwise.
According to him, a significant part of the problem is cultural: I'm French, French people are grumpy, and I fundamentally don't understand British sarcasm/humour (which is sarcasm in it of istself).
This explanation does a lot of lifting.
Whenever I try to analyse the dynamic, the answer is basically some variation of:
British humour. You're overthinking it. Stop being French.
He's so adamant about how innocent it is that he says he could show our conversations to his girlfriend and she wouldn't be bothered.
And I told him:
I don't believe you.
That's the part I want Reddit to judge.
I'm not saying he's secretly in love with me.
I'm not saying he wants to cheat. I think he's casually attracted - likes the sexual tension - has no intention of acting on it - but its not innocent either.
Maybe he's completely right. Maybe I'm culturally illiterate lol.
But the mismatch between what we're actually doing and his insistence that I'm basically imagining the flirtatious dimension because I don't understand British humour makes me feel insane.
At the same time, he has now seriously told me that's how he experiences it. I'm taking āwe're friendsā as the answer - regardless of how he feels - but I anticipate going through this loop of banter -> going with the flow/ enjoying -> then overanalysing then hurting because I am feeling gaslit or not respected.
We are sat next to each other, see each other everyday at work. Help me navigate this weird work relationship!