Trouble with acceptance
I'd like to preface by saying that I've never posted in this sub before, so I apologize if this has been posted in the wrong flair; I saw the rant flair, but I am truly looking for advice here.
I've always loved older men (and women) in general. The problem is that I have always felt like there is something wrong with me for that, and something wrong with older men (I have no luck with women and it disappoints me) for being into younger women. Long story short, I acted like a complete and utter hypocrite today, and I can't tell if I'm in the right or in the wrong.
I have a coworker about 40 years older than me (I'm in my early 20s) and in some weird way that I don't even think I was consciously aware of it, but I think I've been crushing on him, which opens up a whole other can of worms, but we'll ignore that for now. This man has been hitting on me all the time, and I act nonchalant, but I like it when he calls me attractive. I like it, and then I feel shame because I feel wrong for liking it.
Today, he told me that a bond has been forming between him and coworker who is special, who he wants a relationship with. My heart jumped into my throat because I fully thought it was me, but he was talking about another girl right around my same age, maybe slightly younger. Proceeded to show me these gorgeous photos of her, and telling me how pretty she is. I basically destroyed our entire relationship, friendship, whatever, by saying it was disgusting that he would even think about someone that young like that because it's weird and it makes him a predator. I was so fired up, I truly 100% believed that until I sat down and realized that I was jealous. Rightfully so though, this girl looks like a goddess, and I wish I was making it up, but I promise I'm not. Sent him a long text saying how disgusted it makes me feel that he says these things to me.
Problem is, I should be disgusted with him. I'm not though. I like it. But at least I have the decency to feel shame about it. I feel quite horrible, but I know there is no mending the relationship because when I sever something I make sure it is completely (love my bpd, oh boy oh boy) severed.
This sounds more like rant because I don't even know what I need advice on. Should I feel shame? Am I right? Am I wrong? Could I even fix this? Should I want to fix this?