Once again I found myself cleaning out my email (will it ever end???). I came across this poem that I had completely forgotten about. So lucky you: I'm sharing it! And please know it was totally tongue-in-cheek (or was it?). Enjoy!
A COUGAR’S PERSPECTIVE
When I was a young 16
Older men became my dream.
They didn’t live by parents’ rules
Or act like adolescent fools.
My friends and I would go to dance
Yet no one got inside my pants!
I only seemed to go as far
As making out inside their car.
I married someone five years older
Shouldn’t have: soon it was over.
Then I didn’t date at all
Being a mom: my only call.
Seemed like I was in exile
For years: not just a little while.
I didn’t want to try again
Right now: I didn’t have a yen.
As years passed it became time
For me again to cast my line.
I didn’t have much luck at first,
I didn’t think it could get worse.
I dated men around my age
They were going through a stage
None of them I’d want to keep;
My libido just went back to sleep.
Then I met a younger guy,
Very easy on the eyes.
I figured I was on to something,
He sure got my blood to pumping!
The only problem with this mate:
Technically: he was still jailbait!
So I would have to bide my time
Until he wouldn’t be a crime.
When his age was finally right
He took me out to have a bite.
We enjoyed the time we spent.
My, how quickly that time went!
However, I had to realize,
He couldn’t be my “forever guy”.
The reason is a little grim:
My daughter’d gone to school with him!
23 might be too young,
No matter how the guy was hung.
Though sex was not part of the deal
I will admit: I’d copped a feel!
Moving on, I looked around,
Right at work: guess what I found?
Our good-looking security guard
Built “ford tough”; abs rock hard!
I couldn’t let on how I felt
Though his eyes just made me melt.
He had a girlfriend, woe is me
So friends was all that we could be.
I met his girl: she sure was great.
His girlfriend I just couldn’t hate.
But they had problems. What a shame;
She wanted to take on his name.
But he said he would never wed,
Though he loved her in his bed.
Then one night he rang my phone
They broke up; he was all alone.
After that we would “hang out”.
I loved what he was all about.
At the club we’d meet and talk
Then to the parking lot we’d walk.
Though number one upon my list
And thankfully we shared a kiss.
But once again it couldn’t be
‘Cause I’m not considered “arm candy”.
Attractive I’ll admit I am
But not enough for this young man.
So once again I’m looking ‘round
To find a young man in this town.
Well lookie-here in the workplace
I have seen another face,
Yes he’s young but that’s all good
And: he’s in my workplace ‘hood.
I love Italians; that he is
At his job he is a whiz.
“How about his looks?” you say,
I could view him night and day.
Big brown eyes, soft full lips,
To be caressed by fingertips.
Lean of build and also tall,
I’d really like for him to call.
Being in the same workplace
Occupying similar space.
I would like for him to see
That he should think of dating me!
He doesn’t know he’s in my sight
But this time I will do it right.
Ample opportunity
Will be provided so he’ll ask me
To start to date and get acquainted,
I’m not really antiquated!
Age is just a number see,
40 is the new 30!
I’ll let you know just how it goes,
If we make it to the throes
Of love and all that follows it,
In this quest I will not quit!
Rita Debnam
April 25th, 2008
P.S. I wish I could remember who this last guy was!
