August 19, 2012
Earlier this year, I hit the Big 40, and thus far I’d say it’s been a pretty good year. I’ve squeezed in a whole lot of travel over the last few months, things are going swimmingly well at my day job and we published our first book! Of course, as no one’s life is problem free, I have to admit that recently I’ve been faced with two dilemmas: to my mind significant challenges of the dating and mating kind. Allow me to explain…
‘Prop-less’ At The Ball…Again?
If you read this or this then you are well aware that I recently attended a sex party. Of course, seeing as it was my first time around I was too chicken shit to participate – though I was tempted, really, REALLY tempted. So, after rubbing one out when I got home that night first chance I got, I called up the dude I was dating at the time and told him all about it (since I know you’re all wondering, I didn’t ask him to go, because I was super nervous about going and I really didn’t think I’d last more than 30 minutes in the place, much less enjoy myself – so why drag him out to see me wimp out?). Well, after chastising me for not being brave enough to take me with him my first time out, he readily agreed to go to the next one – happening this fall – with me. Yippee! I had a date for my next go round at a sex party, or so I thought…
For reasons I won’t get into here (mainly because we’ve covered it here, here and here), I decided to call it quits with Mr. Man a few weeks ago. It was a sad parting mainly because, he was a really great guy, who happened to be attached to an amazing penis (I adored it, really I did). An amazing penis, that won’t be accompanying to the next sex party I attend (I’m wiping away the tears on my keyboard as I type this. Sigh). So, do I rustle up some “you’ll-do-for-now peen” (that will likely be subpar based on the deadline I’m dealing with) between now and then? Or do I once again enter the fucking frolic as a prop-less singleton and face being hot, bothered and very frustrated again (FML)?
But I Don’t Want to Be a Cougar!!
Not one to suffer through sexlessness to wallow in self pity for long, I’ve recently re-entered the dating scene, and some very interesting things are happening. After posting my dating profile, as expected there was a flurry of initial attention (the whole new ass on the block thing, dontchaknow). But after that died down, I noticed that every couple of days some fresh faced twenty-something was sending me cute(?) messages like:
If you don’t mind them young, I’d be happy to play.
I’m young and hung.
And my personal favourite,
Can I borrow you for a night? I promise I’ll give you back in the morning.
Now, as I’ve already told you all, I have a rule about younger men – I don’t do them (yep, not even during hard times when I may be on the hunt for convenient cock). However, now that my dating profile is graced with the number ‘40’, it seems many of them would like to do me. Some would argue that I should feel lucky for all the attention from some of (what society deems to be) the cutest and sexiest men online, but I don’t. Still, all the attention I’m getting from gen Yers is making me take pause.
I mean, as I wait for Mr. Right to finally show up and put it on me good, am I missing out on some really great horizontal action? Is my preference for men my age and older limiting me sexually? Should I, in the words of the very wise Sam Sharpe, just “get in where I fit in” and sample some of the young ‘n’ eager cock on offer? Would it serve me well to ditch my hang-ups, accept my fate, and become the best cougar I can be (just writing that gave me hives)…if only for a little while?