“I’m goin’ on a manhunt, turn it around
Women have been hunted, now they’re huntin’ around
Manhunt, we all got the need
The one that’s been waitin’ has taken the lead”
I’m a Cougar. Nay, I’m a Puma. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told. I guess technically there needs to be at least a 9 year age gap to be considered a Cougar, or some garbage like that. Either way, the point is that I’ve dated younger guys. This isn’t something I planned, and once upon a time in my youth I actually dated substantially older guys, but either way, I have found my last two serious relationships were with younger men. Seriously folks, last two…
A drunk homeopath who believes in astrology once told me that her sister was also a Virgo and kept dating younger men to feel perpetually youthful. (A crystal ball would be nice right about now). Last I checked that wasn’t my reason why, but who knows. Maybe my obsession with Disneyworld runs a little deeper than even I know.
But, seriously…what is the acceptable standard on dating nowadays? It seems as though anything goes. I was recently told that 4 years either side is most compatible and I’ve often heard of the “Rule of 7”…this means that you can date anybody within 7 years either side of your current age. This very useful math equation means I can date as young as 24! Even I begin to shy away at the 25 and under mark. Though, I must admit, I really love Zac Efron. Like, really love. Like would have his beautiful babies love…..
Aside from my love for that condom-dropping Highschool Musical star…for awhile there I was loud and proud with my kitten-nabbing skills. This was however, when I naively believed they may be flings, or was around the time when Demi and Ashton first got together and showed the world how amazing an older woman can be. But, he has since hooked up with Mila Kunis, she has landed herself in rehab, and me?
Well, I have found out that the tide just keeps washing away my line in the sand and things aren’t quite as clear as I once believed them to be. I’m more forgiving of my friends than I am of myself, but I’ll keep looking at that horizon and watch the sun set on each and every day (in this analogy it’s the ocean….get it?) Though I guess I should have gone with Serengeti or something very safari-ish…cougar…puma…nevermind, you get it. Either way, I’m trying my best to look forward to the next sunrise and the next adventure that unbeknownst to me is out there….older…or dare I say it…younger again.
The Ginga Ninja