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Cougar Pheromones I sense a conspiracy. Last night, a young man showed up at my workshop. Since it was only opened to women, his presence was deeply suspect. Fortunately, I recognised D, as a schoolmate of the dancer I had supper with the night before, before I kicked him out. His presence was puzzling and highly suspicious, especially after I had just met with his fellow schoolmate the night before. I knew of the rivalry between these two dancers. More on his part than hers as he had taken every opportunity every time he saw me to complain about the favouritism from their teacher. He stayed throughout the class, then asked if he could take me out to supper. During the course of the meal, I kept wondering what his agenda was. He circled, darted, pecked, poked and stirred but did not state his intentions outright. After the first 15 minutes, I realised he was trying to lobby me against his schoolmate. They were both trying to "recruit" me onto their side in their bid for territorial rights. This did not sit well with me as I deeply detest petty games like these. I very gently turned him down but offered to give my counsel for dance-related matters if and when I was in town and advised him to try to work with his schoolmate rather than against. Things were getting a little awkward after my subtle rejection when a woman ambled past, did a double take and started engaging me in conversation. Turned out she had taken a few of my workshops before and was thrilled to see that I was in town. As she carried on, she kept casting surreptitious glances at D. Finally, unable to suppress her curiosity anymore, she pointed to him and asked, "Is he your boyfriend?" As I tried not to spurt my Coke onto the table through my nostrils and breathe at the same time, I shook my head in the negative. D's eyes were wide in panic before he totally lost it. She was highly embarrassed and after telling me she would make it a point to attend the next workshop, left in a flurry of thick perfume and mortification. D is 18 years old and looks all of 16. I guess I should be lucky she did not ask if he was my . After supper, D asked me to his local club for a couple of drinks. Feeling a little guilty and sorry for turning him down, I agreed. Upon entering the club, I felt like an old woman. I must have been easily the oldest person in there and was hard press to find anyone older than 24 in the dark, neon-lit clubs. Still, the music was good and we were dancing casually when I noticed three young blokes gesturing at me. At first, I turned around to see who they were gesturing at. Then I realised it was at me. Cocking my head to one side, I raised an eyebrow and did the universal sign of enquiry, "Huh?" in the Tim Allen dawg-impersonation. They came over and brought jugs of Bourbon cokes, declared me a "hott dancer" and asked if I would dance with them. I shuffled fully under the overhead lights so they could get a clear view of me. "Boys, thanks for the flattering offer, but don't you want to go ask some of the nice, over there instead?" They looked like they were all of 20! They were rather persistent despite my assurance that I could be their mums (if I had been a rather precocious ) and it took my doing a couple of shots with them before they gracefully retreated after anointing me a "hot momma", "good fun", "A-OK babe" and "cool chick". All very flattering and I can only thank God that the lighting in the club is so bad that young blokes would waste time and money on potential cougars. Where was D throughout this? He was standing to the side, laughing his head off. Thanks, mate. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people. |
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2/23/2008 3:36 am |
You didn't fancy getting yourself a toyboy then Melt, flow, evaporate into the eternal sky 
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Yo, you iz a hot momma!  (Am gonna start calling you that when I get to Singers ROFLMAO!!!) I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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I guess you'd be classified as a MILF whatty lol I'm a FILF you know.
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2/23/2008 9:04 am |
This kind of attention from boys may bouye a sense of waning youth but then what?
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You didn't fancy getting yourself a toyboy then In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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Yo, you iz a hot momma! (Am gonna start calling you that when I get to Singers ROFLMAO!!!) In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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I guess you'd be classified as a MILF whatty lol I'm a FILF you know. So which of your kids' friends told you that. And how much alkie did you ply them with beforehand? In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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This kind of attention from boys may bouye a sense of waning youth but then what? In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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Note to self: Duck when calling WHF Hot Momma, or shield self with huge slab of Dark Valrhona choccy. She might want to destroy me, but she would never waste chocolate. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Destroy? Gaaah, toopid word sneaked in there because TV's playing loud here where there are some anime characters screaming "DESTROY HIM!" and subconsciously I typed that in, bleugh. Meant to say was, she might want to thwap me, but she would never waste chocolate. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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You on the left & you on the right? Hmmm ... As logn as they do not speak I guess it will be OK ... In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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Boy toys? You mean like sportcars & remote control planes and ... In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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Destroy? Gaaah, toopid word sneaked in there because TV's playing loud here where there are some anime characters screaming "DESTROY HIM!" and subconsciously I typed that in, bleugh. Meant to say was, she might want to thwap me, but she would never waste chocolate. Eh? Choccie .... ooohhh, choccie ...  In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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My Angel daughter says all her friends think i'm filfy (you don't think maybe i mis-interpretted that do you?lol)
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I feel sorry for your daughter. The last thing you wanna hear from your gfs, or bfs, is that they wanna shag your parent. Eeuuuwww. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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I suspect teasing her is part of the fun whatty.You know what sweethearts teeny girls can be.lol
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Er, I must have been an  as I never teased my friends like that. Then again, all their dads grossed me out that way. Actually thinking back now one of my best friends' dad actually did hit on me. Not cool. In front of her too. Luckily she was mature & sensible enough not to cast the blame in my direction and made sure she was always there to "protect" me every time I was at her house. Eeeuuww, thinking back on it now ... eeeuuwww. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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I suspect the fact that the little missys know i'd never even dream of hitting on them makes it safe to pretend to find me "dad-attractive" and i do make a point of never ever being alone with any o the little feckers.I suspect it's quite fashionable nowadays to claim to find old gits attractive.How times change huh?I mourn the loss of the generation gap you know.lol
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Pedo-perv ...  sounds like a new breed of otter or something ...In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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