I’m Really Not A Cougar!

April 15, 2013

Alibi was the name of the bar where I was enjoying a drink with my friends Lisa and Susan at the Liberty Hotel. In walked Mark, a 29 year old resident of Boston. A friendly smile and a few casual words were exchanged. The Celtics, Red Sox and Bruins were all playing that night. Food for conversation.

My friends left to walk around a bit more. I was finishing my Espresso Martini. “Mind if I join you or are you afraid?,” he joked. “Afraid of you?, I don’t think so,” I replied.

So he sat down and we began to talk about everything from siblings to college to lovers, monogamy and coworkers.

My friends wanted to leave and I told him I had to go. He wanted my cell number and I would not give it to him. I told him I was 55. He said he didn’t care, that I was hot.

He wanted me to stay and said he would pay for my cab. I found my friends…they were clearly in opposition to this.

Fast forward. He kissed me very nicely. I stood up and leaned my back into his chest. He put his arms around me. The mercury was rising. I was thinking that this 29 year old is doing way more for me than the 51 year old I just had two dates with. I couldn’t believe it. He had such a wonderful manner and touch.

He made me laugh talking about his boss Robert. Was it Marilyn Monroe who said , “If you can get a woman to laugh you can get her to do most anything?” Well, that’s not true!

I left Mark at the cab stop after telling him I would not give him my number or go out with him. He said, “You mean to tell me you would go out with a 40 year old, but you won’t go out with me?” “Exactly,” I replied.

I told him I would not go out with him because I knew I would not be invited to the family picnic that summer (a little humor). He thought I was getting way ahead of myself. I thought wanting to sleep with me was getting way ahead of himself.

We parted.

My Lesson Learned

None.

Did you really think I could date a man in his twenties? My son’s eyes would be staring back at me. And, it’s a little too late to find him a brother. I kept my senses…did not waiver from my initial standpoint. Never saw him again. But, he was really mature – almost 30 (couldn’t understand why I didn’t want a summer affair).

What Mark didn’t know was that “Maggie Mae” by Rod Stewart, was one of my favorite songs. I knew it would be “late September and he really should be back at school.”

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