Cougars, you say?
One that I probably shouldn't admit to either... but what the hell.

It was about four or five years ago. I found an ad on Craigslist that sounded interesting to me- a woman somewhat older than I was looking for a younger man for company. I responded and sent a picture, and she responded with one of her own. She was tall, willowy, with curly brown hair that framed a still lovely face.

I was quite intrigued.

We exchanged emails for a bit, and she told me of the things she wanted to do to me. Waay-haay, I said, and gathered my legs beneath me to spring over to where she was. Over forty and still able to find women wanting to do all sorts of things with me? I was quite chuffed.

We met at a hotel. I had gotten a room already when she arrived. She entered- slender, my height, looking pretty much exactly as I thought she would. I felt a throbbing down below as I saw her slender legs clad in tall boots and leather opera gloves that accentuated her delicate hands and slender wrists, and the classy dress she wore that clung lovingly to her.

I stood before her, wearing a black shirt and a nice pair of khakis, carefully groomed to look my best- not bad, if I do say so myself.

She looked at me for a moment, then gave me a sad smile. "I thought that the picture you sent me was an old one."

"No, not really- it was taken about a year ago. Why?"

She looked deep into my eyes, then sighed. "I can't do this. You're too young."

My jaw dropped. "Too young?!? You're kidding me, right? I'm over forty! You're in your fifties! What's wrong with that?"

"Because you look like you're about thirty, and I would feel like your mother." She laid a gloved hand on my cheek. "But you're still sweet. Come on, let's get some dinner."

Feck. So much for cougars.

(It ended well enough, though- she's been a good friend to me ever since, though she's taken on the role of an older sister now.)
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 2 Dec 2008, 16:59, 4 replies)

Pfft!
Some women are far too fussy.
( girlinthehole, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 19:08, closed)

!
Braggart.
(The Lunatic Artist throws paint to the wind, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 19:22, closed)

Heh.
Well, you've met her. You know what she's like.

It was a damned odd way to make a new friend, though...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 2 Dec 2008, 19:25, closed)

Are you sure the age thing wasn't an excuse and she was in fact put off by the excessive chin dribble?
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 20:41, closed)