Something very new has happened to me recently. I am not sure whether to it a trend quite yet or not and I am also not sure how comfortable I am with this occurrence. Basically, in the laws of the dating jungle, am I a cougar or a hyena?
I have just returned from a trip abroad. It was a wonderful experience and along the way I encountered many men and many boys. At this point in my dating career I am an expert on boys. However, meeting men on this trip was a new experience for me. While on my journey, I came to the conclusion that is was time for me to hang up the boys and try focusing on hanging out with some men. However, sometimes, when you make a decision about changing the path of your life, it can be difficult to embark down that road less traveled.
Right when I made this very adult decision, I came across a lovely man, a native of the country in which I was traveling. He was a great conversationalist, wearing an impeccable suit. He was smart and interested in speaking with me. I was so excited that I had made my decision and that I was embarking down this new road. And then... he left.
Now, if any of you reading this actually knows me, then you will know that I am the kind of person that must have instant gratification. So, when my first venture in to the adult world, did not pan out, well... I kind of lost interest in the venture. Furthermore, the night was still young and my traveling companion and I were not interested in packing it in for the evening.
We stuck around and hung out a bit longer with the adult's friends and wouldn't you know it, I happened to hit it off with another one of the guys in the group. This guy was an old standard of mine and by that I mean he was a boy... 22 years old a recent college graduate and to top it all off... the kid was a bookie. Yeah... well... where I was traveling, this was not an illegal endeavor.
Needless to say I forget about my foray in to male adults and proceed to carry on with this very young, very cute, very tall but not so bright little boy. The night goes on, a few bottles of champagne are passed around and then I am on my way back to his place for something else that I am familiar with at this point... meaningless, alcohol induced bad sex. The next day, I wake up, grab a cab home and that is the end of it.
This brings me to another recent event. That event being the alcohol saturated, meaningless holiday, New Years Eve. I was hanging out with friends, having a great time but considering heading home to polish off the rest of the chips and dip from our party. Then this kid starts dancing with me and chatting me up. An adorable kid, this one, but definitely a kid! 24 to be exact. This was a completely unsolicited occurrence. So... the kid is in to me and well... I am sort of in to him and well... you know where this is going, right? I mean, I had spoken with many "men" throughout the evening, but this kid was the only one I actually engaged.
The thing is, I have never really attracted younger guys. Old guys... they love me. I am not sure when or how things shifted in my sexual life, but apparently they have. What is it with this new demo? Is this how women become cougars? It just sort of happens? I mean, is there a demo of men that all of a sudden are attracted to older women? Is this a trend I am facing or just a fluke? Whichever or whatever it is, I don't want to embrace it.
I voiced my concern with a very wise friend of mine. This friend also happened to be there when both above initial instances occurred. This friend told me that I should not worry, that I wasn't the cougar. A cougar selects it's prey. I, on the other hand was more like... well... chum???
So, as long as I remember that a cougar is a predator and really... I don't have the time or energy for that, I think I will be ok. Actually, I think I am more of a Hyena. You know, traveling in a pack, laughing all day long over a shared meal... yes... I am much more of a Hyena.
With all of this said, if my next partner is under 24 years of age, I might have to reevaluate some things in my life. Until then, the search for adults continues...
I have just returned from a trip abroad. It was a wonderful experience and along the way I encountered many men and many boys. At this point in my dating career I am an expert on boys. However, meeting men on this trip was a new experience for me. While on my journey, I came to the conclusion that is was time for me to hang up the boys and try focusing on hanging out with some men. However, sometimes, when you make a decision about changing the path of your life, it can be difficult to embark down that road less traveled.
Right when I made this very adult decision, I came across a lovely man, a native of the country in which I was traveling. He was a great conversationalist, wearing an impeccable suit. He was smart and interested in speaking with me. I was so excited that I had made my decision and that I was embarking down this new road. And then... he left.
Now, if any of you reading this actually knows me, then you will know that I am the kind of person that must have instant gratification. So, when my first venture in to the adult world, did not pan out, well... I kind of lost interest in the venture. Furthermore, the night was still young and my traveling companion and I were not interested in packing it in for the evening.
We stuck around and hung out a bit longer with the adult's friends and wouldn't you know it, I happened to hit it off with another one of the guys in the group. This guy was an old standard of mine and by that I mean he was a boy... 22 years old a recent college graduate and to top it all off... the kid was a bookie. Yeah... well... where I was traveling, this was not an illegal endeavor.
Needless to say I forget about my foray in to male adults and proceed to carry on with this very young, very cute, very tall but not so bright little boy. The night goes on, a few bottles of champagne are passed around and then I am on my way back to his place for something else that I am familiar with at this point... meaningless, alcohol induced bad sex. The next day, I wake up, grab a cab home and that is the end of it.
This brings me to another recent event. That event being the alcohol saturated, meaningless holiday, New Years Eve. I was hanging out with friends, having a great time but considering heading home to polish off the rest of the chips and dip from our party. Then this kid starts dancing with me and chatting me up. An adorable kid, this one, but definitely a kid! 24 to be exact. This was a completely unsolicited occurrence. So... the kid is in to me and well... I am sort of in to him and well... you know where this is going, right? I mean, I had spoken with many "men" throughout the evening, but this kid was the only one I actually engaged.
The thing is, I have never really attracted younger guys. Old guys... they love me. I am not sure when or how things shifted in my sexual life, but apparently they have. What is it with this new demo? Is this how women become cougars? It just sort of happens? I mean, is there a demo of men that all of a sudden are attracted to older women? Is this a trend I am facing or just a fluke? Whichever or whatever it is, I don't want to embrace it.
I voiced my concern with a very wise friend of mine. This friend also happened to be there when both above initial instances occurred. This friend told me that I should not worry, that I wasn't the cougar. A cougar selects it's prey. I, on the other hand was more like... well... chum???
So, as long as I remember that a cougar is a predator and really... I don't have the time or energy for that, I think I will be ok. Actually, I think I am more of a Hyena. You know, traveling in a pack, laughing all day long over a shared meal... yes... I am much more of a Hyena.
With all of this said, if my next partner is under 24 years of age, I might have to reevaluate some things in my life. Until then, the search for adults continues...
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