I did accompany a friend to a small artshow downtown on a free Saturday night (while the children were with their father ) where my typical plans would have included Ben & Jerry's and American Idol on Tivo.
I met M. by accident. Literally bumped into him walking out of the restroom and making sure my skirt wasn't tucked into the back of my pantyhose. He immediately asked if I was one of the exhibitors. "No, " I replied, "I'm a guest." He asked if I was here with anyone and I pointed to my friend (he's an actor/personal trainer, and NO, I have not gone there). You could tell M. was intimidated by my friend's looks.
He seemed mature. Until I learned that he was a 31 year old investment banker that owned the loft next door. Five years younger. Not too bad. And he was actually very good looking. I gave him my number.
I almost backed out of this "first date" at the last minute. I fielded a call that afternoon from a client/friend right before my call to M. to cancel and blurted out my dilemma to her. "You need to break the seal." she insisted. "Just go."
He picked a Korean barbeque restaurant. Over dinner, he told me he was into Asian women. Business takes him to the Far East often. "You're totally my type" he shared. " I think it's almost an obsession how much I like Asian girls." I thought it would be good to change the subject and talk about his other interests. "I really like to go to the gym." he offered. Oh god. Check please.
I recounted this experience to another mom friend of mine. "You shouldn't write him off so quickly. It would be fun to have just kept this boy around as a sex buddy, but I think that would make you a puma." she laughed.
What the hell is that?
Apparently, it's the definition of a woman under 40 that goes out with younger men. Over 40 and you're a cougar. And I'm still not sure if that's the accurate consensus on the correct meaning.
Give me a break.
For reasons that have nothing to do with my feline status, I am not interested in getting involved with anyone right now, especially a younger man. I already have two small children and I'm in the process of trying to get rid of a big child that throws expensive temper tantrums at me through his lawyers. But these are my personal choices.
I am actually offended that women are even labeled this way. How about pointing to a woman walking around with a younger man and saying, "Good for her. And good for them." Who cares why they are together? There's a very good chance that they might have found the fulfilling companionship that has eluded many of us.
At the very least, she may be getting a hell of a lot more booty than I am. Meow.
