Meeeowwww … Could I Be A … Cougar?

I’ve looked around the Internet; for as much as I can tell, a Cougar is defined as the following:

Cougar: A woman who dates a man more than eight to ten years her junior .

I play poker, as most of know.  The league is a free league, and I go mostly because it’s a chance to do something I really enjoying doing, build up my poker skills and hell, to have a few beers and some laughs.  It is truly a good group of people.  The league is, however, mostly men.  When I was with Dick, it wasn’t an issue, I didn’t look twice.  Well, I looked, but didn’t touch.    Now, well, now I’m looking and I’ve been noticing one man for a while now.  In fact, I remember when I first saw him – three years ago.  He’s cute, he’s got a great personality, he’s cute, he’s tall and if I had his eyelashes I’d run around yelling WOOT WOOT.  On to my story.

Friday night I headed out with my friend (who by the way, had been broken up with via text message – another post for another day), and we were sitting up at the bar having a nice, relaxing evening.  A man that was clearly intoxicated and OLDER than we were stopped to talk.  He asked if he could sit down and we politely said no thank you and sent him on his way.  His cologne was so strong and so heavy that I was concerned I needed to shower just in case any of that smell got on me.  ICK.  Anyway, her and I keep on having some drinks and a great time.  A half hour later I hear “Fuck it, I’m going to sit down anyway” and I could smell him before I could see him at this point, sitting next to me.  I turn to see him sitting in the bar stool on my left.  From this point on, I was the lucky receiver of drunk talk by the STINKGOD of old, drunk men.  Let me highlight some of the things he rattled on about – his old relationships including but not limited to: a relationship when he was 19 with a 35 year old woman and boy, did she teach him some things! How he knows how to pleasure a woman from her ankles to … somewhere (I interrupted with a “are you talking to me about sex?” and he said “yes” and I said “Please … don’t.”, his job, his age, his STINKGOD cologne, his shoe size, his socks … I could go on but why make you suffer as I did?  My friend, in the meantime, had struck up a conversation with a hottie and I wasn’t about to interrupt – she had just gotten dumped!  It’s good to talk to hotties when that happens.  I did send her a quick “YOU SUCK” look, however.  At one point I’m so … exasperated by the StinkGod I sort of lean back in my bar chair and am looking around the place when I noticed one man in particular looking my way.  I look closer through the haze and smoke, and … it’s HIM!  EyelashMan from poker!  I knew my face lit up and he’s grinning at me, holds up his beer for a cheers … and I’m frantically mouthing “HELP ME” to him.  He nods and he’s on his way.  I turn back to StinkGod to hear him now talking of foot odor (why me?) when EyeLashMan walks up, puts his arm around me, leans down, kisses me and says “Baby! What’s Up, who is this?” and Stinkman is staring at us in shock.  I introduce EyeLashMan to StinkGod as my boyfriend, and StinkGod was ANGRY.  Angry!  The nerve.  Regardless, that sent StinkGod back to the heavens of … EW Get Away From Me. 

And it left EyeLashMan as my savior.  I told him I owed him one, gave him many hugs, and many thank yous.  He says to me “You do owe me one!  Have dinner with me.” 

Blink.  Blink.  *eyes wide*  Blink.  *crickets chirping* Blink.

You see my friends, EyeLashMan is 25.  There are many things that I … enjoy about EyeLashMan.  He’s got a very sweet, gentle nature.  He’s got a fun personality, he’s tall and very cute, he’s got GORGEOUS teeth and this goatee that I enjoy looking at.  He has a good heart from what I know.  On the flip side?  He’s 25.  He just finished college a year and a half ago.  I believe he is at the moment, still living with his parents.  *wince* 

And he wants to have dinner with me.  As I stared at him in shock and not answering, he laughed and said “I”m not sure I’ve ever seen you speechless before!” and sat down at the bar next to me. 

To make my long story short, I ended up spending the evening talking to a wonderful, smart, intelligent, sweet, handsome and caring man.  Who is 25.

Wingman and ShaNaNa were promptly texted to ask what makes one a cougar.  Wingman was full of fabulous advice, ShaNaNa gave me props for the 25 year old.  *grin*  I need some guidance, and whom better to ask than all of you??

Help.  Me.  Meow.