The Accidental Cougar

or… How I Fell on It.

OK..so maybe there is a bit of snark in both titles.

When out on my vacation I traded life stories with one gentleman.  He told me his, I told him mine.  And when it came time to talk about current events I, of course, mentioned my friend who is 19 years my junior.  The gentleman looked at me, eyes a bit widened, and said “So that makes you a cougar?!” and then he smiled and told me good job.  (Um…I didn’t apply for the job..and I really didn’t do this on purpose…but OK I guess)

But I got to thinking.  Am I a real cougar?  Yes, I am seeing a younger man but I don’t feel that the age-group is the only dating pool available to me.  I would be happy dating someone my age if they were as lively and independent as I feel and not ass-holes-who-just-want-someone-to-take-care-of-them kinda guys.

So I was chatting with a friend about this and I told her I think I should write a book “The Accidental Cougar”  and she said that was a lousy title … the title should be “How I Fell On It”  I dunno.  I rather disagree, for myself, with that assessment.  I do think that might just, mebbe … be able to be the title of like… Chapter 5.

anyway, I am giving some serious thought into looking into writing a book and seeing how that goes…Maybe not just about my Cougar status … but about life.  I might just be THAT narcissistic enough to think someone might read it.  Not really sure.  We shall see.

EDIT: Nee chapter to me book. Chapter 11: The Vision. Thanks to my friend JJF.