After the New year, I will be 28. I'm in a strange mood. I feel like I'm not that old, because I'm still in love with men younger than me.
In the last company, an 18-year-old boy became my subordinate because I was impressed by his unique performance in the process of training them. During the training, he always sits in the last row and is always very straight. in the process of listening to my training, he occasionally frowns and thinks carefully. Because there will be an on-site simulation in the training, when he came up to simulate, he did not follow the rules like other newcomers, but made up a very creative prologue. All these are the reasons why I like him. Later, he sent me a text message and called me sister very kindly. I am very happy in my heart, and the distance between us has changed from superior to subordinate to brother and sister.
As a supervisor, I need to explore a lot of things. He always stays with me and tells me stories about his childhood. Because of the great pressure, I am not very relaxed every day, maybe he found out, he asked me to go under their house to eat grilled fish, said that the restaurant is very delicious. I readily agreed. We are very happy when we are together. I like his liveliness and cheerfulness. He always says that he is an 18-year-old body and a 25-year-old heart. Indeed, he is a little more mature than his peers. Therefore, I can sometimes relax in front of him to show my childish side. Generally speaking, the two of us like and appreciate each other tacitly. Once, when we went out to work together, he told me about his love experience and suddenly said that every time it was the people he liked who didn't like him. This sentence seemed to be insinuated to a certain extent at that time, because I already had a boyfriend. At that time, I knew it was impossible, but I couldn't refuse to spend more time alone with him. With him, he has endless words to tell me, whenever I see him so happy, I will be very happy. Now, I left my old company, and he left shortly after I left. If I were the same size as him, I would be desperate to be with him.
Author: contemplation
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