#cougaring

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Apologies right now, this is definitely not going to be in any sensical order, the memories are going to be tapped out on the keyboard when they come!

Nothing unusual for my antic flat mate and I to be finally crawling out of bed and onto the couch for some afternoon sunshine at around 3pm, just in time to make decisions on eatable food.

So what did the main drag present to us on this night?...Well I am pretty sure this one was younger than me, but taller so this is fantastic, lets call this one Andre...

Friday, September 11th

While in a rough patch with my tinder guy, I figured “what the hey, Imma do me. Imma go back on Tinder.” I’ll admit it, I’ve caught the bug. I’m constantly craving new and exciting, especially since there are so many delicious fish in this sea. There’s salmon, halibut, sea bass, grouper, swordfish…who wants to be stuck eating Cod every day? So on I went, looking for a little slice of mahi-mahi.

Almost immediately, I match with JJ. JJ is a year younger than me, but I’m feeling frisky and give the ol’ cougar thing a try. (Who AM I?) Anyway, JJ is funny, quick, charming, and most importantly, a member of Soho House so…challenge: accepted. I bring my A game. Kiddos, JJ is not only all of the above, but he’s also a gentlemen in the fact that he told me he’d CALL me on his way home from work the next day. No reason, just to chat. 50% of me starts “coo”-ing at his adorableness, and 50% of me FREAKS THE FUCK OUT BECAUSE A PHONE CALL? WITH A STRANGER? HOLD ON LEMME GO BREAK MY PHONE SPEAKER REAL QUICK.

(Side note – Tinder message next morning from JJ reads: “What are you doing today? Come to Buenos Aires with me.” Which, to any regular human, would be a joke, but after extensive googling *cough stalking cough* I found out his family is worth billions so I’m like “WHAT.” No, we didn’t go to Argentina, but the story continues….)

I end up taking the phone call, and it’s as good of a call as you can expect from two people who know literally next to nothing about each other…or why they are even on the phone with each other. But, we make plans for a date, and he wants to take me to dinner and a movie that weekend. Score. I win!

Date time rolls around, and JJ is a man. Tall, buff in all the right places, scruffy, just a tall drink of ‘yes please’. I wonder why I haven’t cougar’ed before – this is a breeze. Our conversation is good, not great, but not bad!! I’m happy with good and settle with good.

At the end of the night, JJ drives me back home and we, like, totally make-out in his car. God, I love making-out. Isn’t kissing fun? Hi boyz ;)

JJ texts me the next day and we’re chatting casually. I knew he’d text. How could he forget me, the mature, older, irresistible woman? And then all of a sudden, it’s mid-conversation….