I am a Cougar. I like my men young, tender, and tasty. However, I am not a cradle robber. I do have some scruples. I have rules. The most important rule is no more than ten years younger than me. I actually started this rule back when I turned 30. So many delectable interns on the menu! But no fun unless they were twenty one. They had to be at least legal to enter a bar and buy me drinks.
Being the older woman has its advantages. Usually more experienced, can train the cubs properly. They are so grateful afterwards. Of course, sometimes it can backfire. As you age, so do the cubs. And when you reach a certain mature age like myself, the cubs can be past their prime and turn into plain old lazy lions. No more fighting over the female. They just want to lay around all day and nap, and then maybe go for a few sips at the local watering hole with the other old lions.
So can you imagine going 10 years OLDER? I shudder at the thought. If I’m going out hunting, I won’t settle for less than prime meat!