The year I turned 30 I finally found the courage to get out of a long term, disastrous relationship. I had not been single since I was 18 years old.
When I should have been making semi but not quite grown up memories with my girlfriends, when I should have been dating eligible young bachelors, I was weighed down by a slightly older and incredibly possessive partner. Once I finally got myself out of that mess I was bound and determined to make up for my misspent 20s.
I dived into the single life with absolutely no sense of caution.
I was “dating” three hard bodied and completely adorable 19 year old boys. I was the envy of many young girls who tried desperately and consistently to lure my boy toys away.
The thing was, I could give them something these perky little girls (although I was still pretty perky myself) couldn’t – 100% commitment free fun.
When a 17 year old girl says she’s cool with “no strings attached” she usually doesn’t mean it. I did.
We were completely on the same page and it was awesome. And I’m not just talking about late night booty calls either (but don’t get me wrong, that was definitely part of the deal, the best part).
I could actually spend time with these boys, watch a movie, hang out and chat, go have dinner together. There was no shame in our relationships at all.
It was win win.
I taught them many, many things. I stroked their egos. I gave them girl advice. I even gave one of them a threesome for his 20th birthday. In return they gave me the opportunity to just be myself, no silly dating games, no jealousy, no strings.
If one of them happened to see me out on a real date or vice versa, there was no awkwardness. We all knew what we were doing and that it wouldn’t last forever. And it didn’t.
But it didn’t end with any of us in a dramatic break up or blow out. Time simply passed, some of us found love (elsewhere) and one, well I don’t know if that poor lost puppy dog will ever find what he’s looking for.
And that, my friends, was that.
I eventually met my true love, settled down and had a family. I have not one ounce of regret about that part of my past. It was the right thing for me at that time in my life. I love my life now and my beautiful family but I also have some fond memories of my life as a Cougar.
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Congratulations to you…I guess? I mean, isn’t that the point if this post? There’s no greater commentary or thought in this piece than a “what I did last summer” essay.
Come on…you can do better than this!