I am not a Cougar...

I lack the killer instinct.

I thought I was going to an Oscar party, but it turned in to a National Geographic expedition. Myself- cougar on the prowl. The young lone straight male - the prey. I'm not sure what a 22 year old straight guy was doing at an Oscar party at the Abbey... that to me was just as strange as the concept that I being the only single woman and old enough to be his mother was expected to attack and devour him. The spectators circled us like hyenas anticipating the juicy details of the day after stories. "You'll have to tell me all about it" hissed one of the hyenas and yes I do believe some drool glistened the corner of his grin.

Ewww! So disgusting.

It's annoying to me that if you are over the age of 40, people just assume you want to hunt down and play with every handsome little nugget that comes along. Uhm, no thanks.

My apologies to those who were hoping for the scandalous details of a night spent with some young buck. I may have been willing to do a little exploring but there was zero chemistry. It would take a special connection, maybe even some fireworks to get this old girl to pounce just for the sake of an entertaining post.

I may be of cougar age, but I still want and deserve to be the hunted not the hunter. And honestly I have no desire to train a new cub. I'll take the experience of a few wrinkles and graying temples any day. I am looking for love in my life - a lover, a friend, a partner to grow old with. Could that happen with someone younger than me? Sure, but highly unlikely it will be someone 1/2 my age. Yes, I know, I know you ask what about Ashton and Demi?... Sure, that dynamic duo has thrown a loop to ageism, but what people forget is... she is DEMI MOORE!

p.s. The picture above is of myself at the Oscar party... On the prowl... Grrr!