Cougar on the prowl

Friday I had dinner with Pam, Dawn and a friend of hers from Pennsilvanya at Dos Caminos. Then we joined a group of Egyptian guys friends of Hany at the Bull and Bear Bar. One of them, probably in his thirties, was kind of interesting. On the cute side, spoke several languages, cocky with a good sense of humor. Too bad he had an MBA. And too bad whatever bad intentions I had got derailed a little later on. From the bar we all came home for a brief stop so I could take a shower and change and they could check my roofdeck and then we went over to the Opal. It had been years since I was last there. I used to go with M.A. all the time, and it's one of the places (actually there only a couple of them) from which I stay away to avoid missing him like crazy. Still, it paid to overcome my heartbreak :)

I walked in, tried to walk across the dance floor to get to the corner of the bar. Never made it. Very nice looking black boy in his twenties lassoed me and never let me go. By the time the rest of my group had made its way to the bar I was already grinding to the music (a tamer version than this girl, obviously). The guy was very cute and very driven, as men tend to be at that age. He also had gorgeous friends he did not mind sharing. So I danced, and I danced and I danced some more. Then I realized it was time to either put out or stop dancing with him. That's what I tried to do, given that I am not really interested in random sex with strangers. It was not an easy task though, I had to use every trick in the book, the fake phone call, the text messages, the dancing with the guys in my party, the fascinating conversation with a girl friend. He kept coming for more. Finally I decided to leave. I walked across the dance floor again, towards the exit, and was grabbed by another twenty something. Too bad I was working on Saturday. No way I could stay.

I was surprised when thing like this happened to me when I was myself in my 20s but I am frankly thrilled at how they happen way more consistently now that I am hitting 50. I was by far the oldest broad in the club, the most covered up too. And I certainly was not dipping to the floor (can't do that even if I tried - too many years of high impact aerobics and dance). I am aware it would be totally pathetic if I was to define my own worth by how many hard ons I am able to produce, but it would also be a flat out lie if I said I don't care. I do. I love it.

Saturday the friends of friends and I saw Fuerza Bruta (LOVED IT!) and then met Juan and Leandro at The Ritz. The place was so packed it was impossible to breathe, let alone dance, so I just tried for a while and then gave up.