The girl called me a Cougar. Ha!
My neighbor moved back into the house he lived in when I first moved into my house. He's adorable and sweet. We will call him Tattoo guy for now. He's 30. He's been married twice neither worked out at all.
So the other night he invited me over for a drink. Milk please! Sometime during the night we made out. Yum. He's 14 years younger than me. I know, right! Can you say, YUMMY!!
I don't know about having a relationship with him, but I'd sure like to make out with him again. I felt so young...
However, like Tim, he doesn't usually like heavy women, but unlike Tim, he said he was fascinated with me and doesn't mind my weight. Nice, right?
He's coming over later to fix my vacuum since it all of the sudden DIED! I finally decide to clean my house and the stupid thing dies.
Maybe I am a cougar. I do like younger men. Though 30 is the youngest I've ever been with. And he is only 5 years older than my son...
But hey, if my beloved gram while she was alive could be with someone 20 years younger than her (he was my fathers age)then so I can. After all, I always wanted to be like her. Bah.