My company has started hiring very attractive young men. Attractive as in tv/movie star good lucks, with the bodies to match. Young as in more than 10 years younger than I am.
I'm not sure if I should be ashamed of the raging crush I have on a 24 year old; a completely gorgeous 24 year old. I find myself sneaking glances; being extra helpful; and adorably sweet. I'm completely not myself - I'm hooked.
Aging must be a huge part of God's sense of humor. In my 20's this guy would have been out of my league; in my late 30's he's not even in my universe. I should be able to look at him and understand that time has passed and he's too young.
Yet somehow, that doesn't stop me from fixing my hair, adjusting my clothes, vamping up my expression, and slowing my step when I walk past his office...Just in case he likes older women.
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