When I awoke this morning, I thought of the fact that I would be going out with the prof again tonight. I was surprised to feel a weak sense of resentment and annoyance at the thought.
Perhaps it's just a temporary thing.
This weekend is a back-to-back double dip into her world of culture; last night was an evening watching a sole dancer on stage for a couple of hours followed by a conference with said dancer. It was alright, an experience perhaps best summarized as tolerable. Afterwards the prof told me that it was something that she didn't like, but was obligated to participate in due to her job. My presence made an improvement in her evening, however, she said.
So my feeling might be from displeasure and uncertainty about the relationship, or it might just be the content of last night's date.
Hard to say, but something I'll need to figure out in the long run.
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