The Cougar Crossover

Just about 2 weeks ago now, I was out celebrating with a girl friend on her brand new license for first aid instructing. I had mentored her through the process and she nailed on the first go around...so needless to say, a night of fake eyelashes, heels and drinks were immediately called for.

We were having a great time, and were fairly well into our cups and dancing when we pulled off to the side, to catch our breath, cool down and to get another drink.

At that juncture, over walks this dark haired, blue eyed, fairly tall young gentleman, keep in mind, I wear 4" heels at a minimum and he was taller than me in heels still. I honestly thought that he was going to talk to my friend, cause she was on one heck of a roll that night. Nope. He wanted to talk to me (score!).

He gave me his name and we started talking. Turns out that he is a triathlete (seem to be running into a few of those lately hmmmm...trend?) and was also looking to run a full marathon this year. Now, I have to admit that I had a lil geek out moment at the mention of marathons, and this did not appall him.

One exchange of numbers later, and the txts back and forth started to happen the next afternoon.

Plans were made to have coffee on a night upcoming in the week where it suited both of our schedules, and I was both excited and a little nervous. I knew that he was younger, but I was trying to figure out just HOW much younger he was than me. A few things threw me off right away. He completely his journeyman mechanic courses, and was in his last year in a teaching degree and he referred a number of times "to when I was young" in sentences. Okay, no freak out not required at this point, but put on the reserve list.

Coffee was great. Tentative plans were made for another meet up...and then I sent the "how old are you" txt a few days later. I was floored at the response. "I just turned 22. How old are you?"  "Turning 31 this year" FML. A few years difference is okay, 4-5 max. But 9?? I was going to be okay with this whole thing in the terms of just being friends, until he txtd later that same night saying that he would love to "date a hot cougar".

Oh heck no hunny, you did not just go there! I was trying not to shed tears and laugh my behind off at the same time.

One thing to really keep in mind, is that cougars are attractive, in their sexual prime, and who know what they want and are not afraid to go after it. A sizable misconception is that cougars dress cheaply, wear hot pink nail polish and adorn themselves head to toe in animal print and have bleached hair that glows under black lights. True cougars are classy beautiful creatures, who have made their successes on their own, have real brains, and are real head turners. Cougars generally do not need to sneak attack younger guys, they know that their younger mates are eager and willing to get an experienced woman who won't ask if they will call them in the morning. Being a cougar, according to Urban Dictionary and Google can and usually is a good/positive thing.

*Insert the Quagmire giggidy, giggidy here*

I asked a number of friends when I had crossed over into Cougarville and why was I not told that I was taking that off ramp. Apparently, the majority of responses were that I hadn't.

There are levels that one must complete prior to being a full coug. First there is cheetah, then puma and THEN cougar. After that there are various levels to being a silver fox and upwards. Holy hannah! Confusing! Age parameters are usually assigned to each of the various levels, just in case the genetic code of the cougar is such that you are not able to tell, or they have had enough work done to look as if they have been pumped up and put in a wind tunnel.

As I have not reached the age requirement in being a full Coug, I can rest easy. But I do have to be careful, cause the Cougar Crossover is going to happen and that I need to handle it with class, or marry the next guy that comes along as to avoid it!