Ok, so, I am doing better, potato lodged in esophagus issue gone.
I have decided this will be my year of yes. I have had too many years of telling my friends no.
No to going to their homes for gatherings or movies or dinner, lunch, whatever. I would say no, not due to them, but what was going on in my life.
I have started saying yes and actually leaving my house. Case in point, last night I went to a gathering to say farewell to my favorite trainer. He is moving on and I am sad for me, happy for him. He is a great motivator and I know he is going to do great things. I’ll also miss him because he laughs at my jokes, if you don’t find me funny, we can’t be friends.
We went to Gloria’s, a fabulous place here in North Texas. We were having so much fun we decide to continue the party at a second location, Wild Salsa.
This is where things get interesting. I am going to digress for a moment, I genuinely love this group of people. I honestly never thought I would join a gym and make such wonderful friends. But I did and now they are stuck with me. What a deal, I get healthy and make friends.
Back to my story, we are at the second place and we spy two Cougars in their natural habitat.
I know what you are thinking, Angie, aren’t you a Cougar. Technically I probably could be categorized as one. I am of a certain age and I seem to attract younger men. That’s where the definition stops with me.
These two were real Cougars, it was amazing to watch. They latched on to the bartender. Which I found irritating, not because I thought he was cute, I did not, in all honesty he was a little old for me. I was was irritated because he was so busy sticking his tongue down both of their throats, yes both, he couldn’t make my drink.
I was all like um drink maker person come do your actual job. Then, to my delight, I saw another drink maker, I was mollified.
The Cougars were incredibly aggressive, they went after their prey with precision and cunning, one could tell they had honed their skills with many years of practice. One of the Cougars was a mere 2 years younger than myself. She honed in on her young prey with practiced ease. She was hunting for someone younger than the bartender. To my knowledge she did not bag her prey last night, but she did manage to slip him her number.
I don’t know if I am impressed or horrified or embarrassed. I’m not aggressive, I never have been, in my entire life, in any relationship. I’ve always been the one being chased, oh, wow, I’ve been the prey. Ok the analogy is getting a little murky.
I do have to wonder does that behavior work for the long term. Or, better pondering, are these aggressive women just looking for the now.
I’m not looking for anything at all. I just want to go out and Cindy Lauper it.