Am I invading his personal space?

[Anonymous]

There’s a guy at church that I’ve interacted with a past couple Sunday’s since he joined the church. We sit next to one another and the conversation is great ! We talk about are likes and dislikes and topics in Sunday school. However, I usually don’t like to immediately approach him in Sunday school class because I don’t want him to feel obligated to sit next to me. Last Sunday, morning Sunday school was over and I walked ahead and he eventually joined to sit next to me once he entered the church.

This Sunday, class was over and I noticed as I intentionally began taking a step towards the door and so did he and we eventually made it at the same time. He was ahead of me and slowly lingered so I stepped next to him and asked about his week.
After church service was over he gets up and slowly lingers and I get up to join beside him. I was sorta offended because I assumed he was leaving me. We spoke as we walked out and he wished me a great week.

I don’t know if his that’s mannerisms or if I’m invading his personal space. Am I overstepping boundaries?

[SteveSmith1985]

I am honestly confused here. It sounds like you feel like he had a negative reaction somewhere... to lead you to ask this question. But whatever it was that's making you wonder if you might have invaded his space... I'm missing it when I read this (I read it several times). So what possible mannerism? What exactly about this interaction is making you ask this question?

[Asker]

Him walking ahead sorta makes me think he doesn’t want to interact

[noohair]

Courtship is complicated. I think it is called mirroring when people try to interact in a similar way. But since there is no serious discussions yet, neither of you really know what to do. Is it time for the next level, coffee or something easy like that?

[Asker]

I’m taking things extremely slow because I still see him as a friend because as you said there hasn’t been serious discussions yet. I’ll allow him to continue doing him as he usually does when he holds the door for me when we’re walking together and appreciating his small gestures of kindness.

Hard to tell what’s on his mind and sorta anxious to find out.