From a Cougars Mouth – Local Cougars

You ever hear that statistic about how the more educated you are, the less likely you’ll want to marry? Or how the divorce rate increases with each marriage? What does that tell you? Maybe that us seasoned gals got more interesting things to do than fuss and fret over what he meant by that comment, or what he was really doing that weekend. We’re busy doing exactly what we want to do and not necessarily because there’s some grand sense of purpose and destiny behind it. Maybe it’s just fun and feels good.

And that frankly is all it takes to be a cougar. The ability to say, “Screw that, I’m doing it my way.” Or put another way, “I’m going to follow my heart — at last.”

Whatever you call it, I’d be less than perfectly seasoned in my advice if I didn’t forewarn you. The simple knack of following your heart is virtually guaranteed to take you off the usual life paths. And sometimes you’ll have to put up with stupid things like people labeling you a “cougar” just because your boyfriend’s a tad younger than you.

Share ThisEmail Facebook Twitter StumbleUpon Delicious Digg 1 comments My attitude about the whole cougar thing is to try not to get too hung on the word itself — to get down to the gestalt (so to speak) of the label. At which point, it dawns on me that being a cougar is really about freedom spiced, perhaps, with a dash of rebellion.

Now doesn’t that sound fun — far moreso than trying to follow a bunch of antiquated rules in your head? Rules like, marry a guy with an actual profession or at least some money in the bank. Have two kids and raise them to be geniuses, while launching a non-profit organization to save the world from poverty and/or global warming. Be super nice but never a pushover. Throw neighborhood parties where even pets are invited. Get tipsy on an excellent Chardonnay but not hammered or, perish the thought, sloppily drunk. Be happy with sex once a year, and for god’s sake, keep your depression to yourself.

Good grief, why waste the second half of your life chasing someone else’s idea of the good life? I have girlfriends in their 40s who still think they’ll be sucked into a black hole of loneliness and destruction if they’re not married by the time they hit 50.

Even I used to think that, even though statistics show that Americans are less likely to marry than ever before. Let’s stop being so darn responsible and conformist, and start having some fun on our terms — even if it means being called a cougar. Marriage has become a barometer of well, nothing, and I’ve certainly been called worse. Local Cougars