The One Thing I Wish I Never Uncovered About My Hot Older Crush at Work: Part 2

I had sent myself up on a mis­sion to seduce a man who was 26 years older than me. But Bran­don wasn’t just older than what I had orig­i­nally thought, but he was also older than my dad—how humiliating.

I had to get out of the office. Too many things were going through my head. How could I have not seen it? Sure, Bran­don took care of him­self, but really, to be off by a whole decade? It was unbe­liev­able. To this day I can’t believe he’s really that much older. He worked out, kept him­self on a diet, and took all his vit­a­mins. But would that really help some­one look that much younger? Appar­ently so.

It wasn’t so much the age that got to me, but rather the humil­i­a­tion and embar­rass­ment that I suf­fered every time I had tried to be flir­ta­tious with this man. Where I thought that Bran­don was well expe­ri­enced, I just didn’t know that he was decades ahead of me in that expe­ri­ence. He had prob­a­bly left the office laugh­ing to him­self as he thought back to the pathetic, young, naïve sec­re­tary that was mak­ing it a point to flirt with him every time he came in. To say I was mor­ti­fied would be an under­state­ment; I just wanted to crawl in a hole and never see Bran­don again.

The more I dwelled on the 26-year age dif­fer­ence the more I became aware that per­haps I dodged a bul­let. Bran­don was approach­ing his 50s—how could I pos­si­bly date a man so much older? I started to think of all the things that I would have to deal with. Was he bald­ing? Did he have a hard time get­ting it up? Erec­tile dys­func­tion was the last thing I should’ve been think­ing about, but it was always in the back of my mind. What more could be going wrong with him that I didn’t know about?

And that’s when I took the moment to think back to all our con­ver­sa­tions. Not once did he ever make a com­ment about his age. Often times, he just said things like, “Well, when I was your age a long time ago.” But I fig­ured he was exag­ger­at­ing the 16 years he had on me. Not once did he ever come clean about his real age and it made me won­der, was he hid­ing it on pur­pose, or did it just never cross his mind that I was really interested?

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About Lena

I’d always dreamed of the perfect fairytale prince in storybooks—ready with money and status to come save me from my chaotic, average life and treat me like his princess. Add a 26-year age difference and I found the closest thing to it. Not everything comes as easy as we expect it to, but that’s what makes it all the more fun. At 18 years old, I experienced that “Mr. Right Now” love with a guy my age named Jared. Two years later, I met Brandon, my older man. Jared was the typical playboy who romanced my naïve younger self and made me fall hard for him. That relationship caused me to view love in an entirely different way than I previously had, and I’m actually glad it did. By the time I met Brandon, I had become wiser and more prepared for the reality of relationships. Even though at 20 years old I didn’t show the tell-tale signs of a smart, mature woman, that was exactly what I had become. I started as a part-time secretary for a highly respectable office, while juggling a full-time load of college courses at the local university. It was my first official job where I had to wear heels, pencil skirts, and an occasional suit. I was no longer the high-school girl that found “true love” after graduation and had her heart broken immediately after. The new woman I was now was confident and smart, and when I saw Brandon walk through the lobby door, I knew he’d be a challenge, one I was ready to accept. Now at 22, and Brandon at 48, we’ve managed to keep a two -year relationship feeling like the very first day we met—all the excitement and butterflies are still very much present.