His name is Conor; He's 17, he likes to long board, party, drink, hang out with friends, normal teenage stuff. The only thing different about Conor is that he likes me. I'm not in high school, I work as a saleswoman at a phone store. I'm 35 years- old. My best friend, Anne, is 36 years- old, and Conor is her son. Too make it even worse, I like Conor back.