Sometimes I Forget!

Its been quite a while since I ranted here. My excuse? I forgot I had this blog!

Ok, give me a break, you might be thinking over coffee and a doughnut, you forgot you had a place to tell people  about all the jerks out there dissing us old ladies?
Well, I ain't really THAT old.

Its hard to find a guy that meets my perfect needs, that's how old I am.
I went dancing. A nice grey haired guy asks me to dance. He's a great dancer, he knows some good moves. We enjoyed quite a few slow ones together, and he can boogie as well. But, I'm on the look out for a guy I can't hurt. And I don't mean emotionally. I'll hurt a few more before the grave, I'm sure. And I'll be hurt a few more times as well.


I'm talking about a guy who can handle my 5'2" frame, 110 pounds, physically and not break down. I need someone who can twirl me around without going into cardiac arrest. So, after a few dances on the floor, I realized this wonderful elderly gentleman was too old for me. He asked me out, started getting a little too touchy feely.

I made my exit, crossed the casino and found a "disco" digital party in progress. Humping, grinding, dirty dancing, getting down, the crowd was moving. Within minutes, a nice young man had me out there, and we did moves that my mom should never see. He claims I taught him. I declined to take any credit. He wanted my number, and where to find me. Humm, but, the guy is too young, I'm sure of it. I'm sure he can't be over 30, yet I never asked. He fits the sturdy profile, but I'm leery of youngsters. Once we get out of that perfect lighting, I'm not going to be feeling so hot anymore.

Well, page forward and I met another dude, maybe just 15 years younger. Still, he must have been drunk. He's tall, very strong, a romantic dance partner (damn good time, I'll do it again) and fits the bill in every way, except, a little young. We have a date for the weekend.

God, I don't think I'm a cougar....

Sometimes I forget my own age, where this blog is and what guys want.
Party on.