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You Say It’s Your Birthday?

It’s my birthday too. So sayeth the Beatles.

I just realized this morning while putting makeup over laugh lines, and skin that’s not so taut anymore, that in about a week, I will be 45.

Throughout the day I contemplated. I didn’t contemplate my entire life up to this point, just this last year. It’s been a doozie.

What did Dickens say? They were the best of times. They were the worst of times. Or something similar. A year of extremes. A study in contrasts. That’s what my 44th year has been.

The worst of times because I found myself in a physically abusive relationship.

The best of times because I decided I was worth more than I thought and I deserved better than being someone’s punching bag.

The worst of times because my son decided he wanted to try living with his dad, after I’d had him with me for his first 12 years.

The best of times because my son returned home to me only a few shorts months after moving in with his dad, albeit with some painful lessons under his belt.

The worst of times because I found myself alone, and quite lonely, and thinking that possibly, I should come to terms with the fact I might spend the rest of my life that way. But, also figuring out that being alone, was better than being beat or emotionally abused.

The best of times because I met a wonderful man. I had sent wishes out to the universe for this man for years. I had hoped in vain for this man for years. But I now believe that it wasn’t until I decided, until I truly believed inside of me, that I deserved better for myself, that the universe sent him. Strange how that works, huh?

Life is yin and yang, and a whole lot of other shit in between. And as I stand poised, ready to slide into my 45th year, do I think it’s going to change? Do I think it’s going to get any easier? No. I’ve learned enough to know that anything worth having doesn’t usually come easy. Plus, I’m kind of one of those girls who has to learn things the hard way. Some lessons it took me 44 years to learn.

I know there are more grey hairs and more wrinkles and tears and frustration in store for me. But there’s also more laughter and love and adventure in store for me too. You need the dark and the light, both sides of the coin, the rain and the sun. You have to have one in order to truly appreciate the other. I’ve figured that out in my 44 years too.

So 45 is only a few days away I told him, and My Man reminded me it’s only a number.

And I in turn reminded myself I have a hot, younger man. 45 can kiss my fat bottom!

Photo Credit: deviantart.com

Photo Credit: deviantart.com

Cougar Country

Wanted to give you all an update on my quest to become a cougar!  I am chuckling to myself while I type that, because I’m not really on a quest to become a cougar.  If it happens, that’s fine, if it doesn’t, that’s fine too.  I’m not going to be chasing them down and sinking my claws into them or anything.  I’ll let them knock on my door.

Anyway, just wanted to let you know what happened with “Fuckalicious”.  He looks extremely fuckalicious, but I guess I won’t be finding out if he is anytime soon.  He texted Monday night, after we’d just discussed getting together sometime in the near future, to tell me he and his ex had gotten back together.  Sometime between 10 am and 9 pm, they reconciled.  Isn’t that sweet??  Just precious, isn’t it?  I’m just being a sarcastic shit.  I’m not mad.  I told him best of luck, and he knows where to find me.  I didn’t waste the “exes are exes for a reason” speech on him.  He’ll figure it out.  I will miss the thought of having my way with that though.  The only thing that kept running through my head after all that occurred was a song by Christina Aguilera that I am particularly fond of.  It just made me think of him!  Well, back to the jungle to find more hotties!





On Becoming a Cougar

Cougar:  An “older,” experienced woman who happens to find herself in a sexual relationship (committed or not) with a younger man. She is not necessarily a slut, nor is she desperate. She offers sexual expertise and is open to new experiences. She simply wants to have fun. Though older, she may actually look younger than her “hook-up.” She is attractive, confident, and just wants to have fun. She will not attempt to trap her mate into marriage, children or even an exclusive relationship. She is not interested in drama or games, as that would interfere with the pleasure she enjoys.
My friend says I’m a cougar because I’m having sex with a younger guy, but I didn’t hunt him down – he approached ME!
Let’s just get this straight–I have never set out to intentionally hook up with a guy much younger than me.  Frankly, I have wondered how men and women do it.  What do you have in common with someone who is, perhaps, 15 years younger than you?  Most likely it’s not much, but does that mean you can’t have any relationship?  I have begun to contemplate this very question after being messaged by quite a few younger guys on POF.
Yes, you remember POF (Plenty of Freaks)?  POF and I have a real love/hate relationship.  Basically I hate the fact that I love attention.  I am a fucking attention whore.  I admit it.  I love it.  And when it’s attention from 30-something smokin’ hotties?  I adore it!  Right now I am speaking specifially of one, dark-haired, blue-eyed, lickable pecs, 30 year old man.  Guess what?  He messaged me.  That’s right.  I don’t search for 30 year old guys.  The youngest I search is 35, because usually, I am not a cougar.  I am totally considering making an exception at this point though.
Why would I make an exception?  First of all because he’s hot.  A lot hotter than any 40  year old man I’ve seen recently.  Not to mention, he messaged me.  Plus, I’m pretty sure it would just be all about sex, but at this point that is sounding quite appealing.  Did I mention he’s hot?  🙂
What do you think?  Do you think I can do what so many have men have done for years, and many more women are doing now?  Can I have a May-December romance?  I’m thinking I might like to try.

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