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The cougar. The older, sexually voracious woman, is the subject of its own famous television series starring Courtney Cox, aptly titled Cougartown. In New Zealand, the cougar is the subject of a controversial advert for Air New Zealand’s promotion of a Sevens rugby tournament in Wellington.
Far be it for me to criticize but cougars aren’t a new phenomenon. I recall cougars from my early twenties. Although the behavior in the below video is exaggerated, the high or maybe excessively inflated view of their own appeal is what sets cougars apart. At 20, I dated a man in his thirties who was in an on and off relationship with his own cougar. Ten years his senior, she’d latch onto him for the sex but as soon as a wealthier man entered her traps, she’d cut him loose. I didn’t realise the pattern until later but I’d see her at the same watering holes and she’d always watched what she ate to ‘keep the figure.’ I remember thinking, ‘that is never going to be me!’
Guess what? I’m not nearly forty or anything, but some days are better than others. I still struggle with chocolate ice cream, that I can eat relentlessly. As for having the guts to strip down in front of a twenty year old stud when I’m seventy years of age, with my tits reaching my navel? I’d have to be financially able to afford a personal cosmetic surgeon.
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