Well. I’ve written before about some of the responses I’ve gotten to my online personal ad that make me cringe. Such as the guys who are only five years younger than I am saying that they’re looking for a “mature” woman.
Or worse, the ones who are my age — or even older — who say the same thing.
This weekend brought some new ones — a guy in his 20s looking for a MILF, and another one who referred to himself as “cougar bait.”
Jesus.
Oh lord. I’m a cougar?
You might be a MILF.
Ack. I hear that term ALL THE TIME here in Suburbia (not as applied to me specifically, just bantered about in the general direction of anyone who remotely looks like a Soccer Mom.)
Some guys do seem to have a mom-fetish thing going on. Others just seem to think they are cool when they throw around such a trendy, slight-sleezy acronym.
In terms of “Cougar”–I think I’ll stick with my stepmother-in-law’s term of endearment for me… “Cradle-robbing slut”. Much more to the point, and without putting on airs.
Cougar? I haven’t seen any of the Oceans films, so I have no idea how they came up with this, unless it has something to do with being old enough to have owned Mr. Mellencamp’s albums back before he took his real name back. (I still love “Cherry Bomb,” myself.)
Anyway, my BF’s 3 years younger, the prior BF was 2-1/3 years younger and my XH was 6-1/2 years younger. But I didn’t go after them because of that — I merely didn’t eliminate them from consideration because of it, fancy that — and prior to that all my serious relationships were with older men. Does that count?
And why do I even care? I might as well ask why eggplant is purple.
Just got another one from a 21-year-old looking for “grannys.”
He’s apparently under the delusion that “grannys” like myself are in need of young cock.
Mind you, that just tells me that he hasn’t figured out yet that it’s not about the cock, necessarily.
That, and apparently, I’m a dried-up old crone.
Hmmm…and here I thought I was a puma until I turned 40, when I would become a cougar.
No, he thinks you are a dried-up old crone that finds it charming to be called a “granny”
Oh, you should see some of the doozies I get from JDate…
I don’t mind the 20 year olds so much (I’m 32 and old enough to teach them a thing or two)- it’s they guys who are my dad’s age and won’t take no for an answer that bug me. They get rabidly pissed when I politely tell them they are out of my age range, and they almost always tell me I’m a bad little girl who needs a spanking. Gross.
You’re certainly not too old for me, but you’re very likely more mature than I am.
“Cougar??”
y’know, back where I grew up, there’s a part of the neighborhood (not ours), the Canyon part, wherein one can find -literal- cougars prowling one’s backyard.
perhaps this person would like a rendezvous…
if i were to post a personal ad, i’d make up my own jargon instead of using the buzzwords everybody else does. so i’d say something like, “i’ll be your joey if you’ll be my kangaroo”. only i’d be more likely to say “i’ll be your oxpecker if you’ll be my rhino.”
as an aging first-time father, i’ve found whatever nascent patriarchalist teen-fetishism i might have had to fade into a sort of soppy paternalism. where once i would have looked at the buxom tight-jeaned teen lassies on the bus with lascivious thoughts, now i can only look at them and sigh “can’t their dads ever take them shopping for nicer clothes?”
i’m powerfully drawn to middle-aged women, that most under- appreciated (in the popular culture anyway) segment of society. the ones with some gray and some laugh lines. the ones who look like they have a few tricks up their sleeves. who have deep, sensuous belly-laughs. who can’t be bothered with boyish nonsense. the kind that have grown out of looking for a daddy, and who are looking for a partner. it’s kind of too bad i already have one (a partner that is); there are so many fabulous wild women running with the wolves i wouldn’t mind howling at the moon with. so i’ll just hold a torch for them from afar. may you forever howl (and prowl).