The Cougar in All of Us

As a female, I feel I possess a sound judgment, a maturity, and an intelligence level like no male I know my age. Having a conversation that consists of more than, “you got any kids?” or “so what you like to do for fun?” on the first date is rare. Is there someone out there who I can discuss Obama’s health care plan with? Someone who has hobbies that exclude Madden and NBA Live?  I know many ladies can agree with me on this one. Because of this, we as women so eagerly seek “the older man.” Why? Well let’s weigh the pluses…

Older men are:

o   More financially stable

o   Somewhat equal in maturity level

o   More likely to have adult interests

o   More seasoned in the dating game

I, as well as many of my girls, have dipped into the pool of “the older man” and what have we discovered? They are the chest hair-having, slightly more articulate, full-time job possessing version of themselves 5+ years ago. Thus, nothing special.

No woman usually desires a younger man unless she’s over the age of forty and has suffered a vicious divorce that has caused her to look at her son’s friends. As a young woman, I cannot say I’ve experienced this wretchedness. However, I can talk about those experiences when walking into a corner store, strolling past a footlocker, or curiously observing the new freshmen on campus that I’ve said to myself, “Ooh that little boy is cute!” Shame on me, right? Wrong! You have been a victim of it and so have I: the desire to be a cougar. And I’m not talking about the Demi Moore-Ashton Kutcher kind.

Cougar, n.

-a young woman that wants an even younger man.

Why? Well, young men naturally cling to us women who have our (expletive) together. So why not take advantage of this? After all, they’re fun, impressionable, and have a boyish charm that just melt’s your heart. Time to pounce, ladies.