I Guess Cougers Aren't Just Cats...

Sometimes I think the hardest part of these blogs... Is trying to figure out how to start them... Most often when you don't have a subject in mind... But also on some occasions... When you do... But for some reason you can't decide how to start... Especially when it's a story... And I don't totally remember how it starts... All I remember was I was talking about dating... I can't remember why we started talking about dating... Oh yeah I remember now... This guy that I had been chatting with online suddenly called me out of blue... We never met or chatted on the phone... To be honest I didn't remember who he was right away... It was like at least two months ago the last time we chatted... He wanted to make plans because he was gonna be in the area soon yadda yadda yadda... So I told him I wasn't sure what I would be doing... And to call me when he was in the area... Sorry but it's been two months and we never met or spoke... I'm not gonna break my back for you... Besides something in the way he spoke... Reminded me of Forest Gump... And unless you are doing an impression of him... It's not cool to remind me of him... Still not as bad as George Constanza though...

Anyway... After I got off my cellphone... One of co-workers commented that I didn't seem to into him... I explained the Forest Gump thing... And then I explained that I just felt he was too old... She asked how old he was and I said I didn't remember exactly... But maybe somewhere around thirty-five... She said that's not that much older than you... And I explained how yeah yeah older guys have "experience" but that it also comes with "baggage"... and not the lightweight stuff but like trunk size... And I was saying how younger dudes you usually don't have to deal with that... And then I told her besides... Then I could pop some cherries... That's when she called me a couger... Of course I said what's wrong with that... I explained how in high school I used to joke around that I was gonna have a midlife crisis when I hit forty and leave my husband for a younger model... Hey men do it all the time... That's reverse sexism...