I’m still having trouble reconciling the fact that for the better part of my 28 years on this lovely planet, I’ve been of the utmost in prudeness, and yet I find myself of late having these cougar-ish tendencies. I, in fact, blame it all on Young Guns. who gave me that little push I needed to fall over the edge into the dark territory.
But at what age must one officially wear the Cougar Sash? Is it OK to crush/date/socialize with someone who, while still in your decade age range, falls on the lower end of the spectrum, and all the while, you’re sitting on the porch, drinking lemonade and watching the sun set on yours?
I took my grandiose question to Twitter, which, I’m slowly learning (and loving!), has become our modern-day Ask Jeeves (Gosh, I always hated that aite…). Anyway, look what some of my “Tweeps” had to say:
What’s your verdict? Are you ever too young to be a cougar?