This past Friday, I painted my eyes with some glitter and dark mascara and changed into a pair of high-heeled booties, my snug and sexy jeans, and a black halter-top for an evening of dancing with my girlfriends. After some drinks at my friend’s apartment on the Upper East Side, we hailed a cab heading downtown and hopped from one place to another, leaving one club because a bachelorette party exploded on the dance floor, left another because we just didn’t like the scene, and finally ended up at Fat Baby, a funky little maze with decent music and some cuties. There may have been at least one other place, but as I said, we were pregaming and some of the events are a bit foggy. Some foreigners snuggled in next to us at a table we snagged, took pictures of and with us, and then we got up to dance.
That evening I met an Albanian named Bear. I like to protect the innocent and usually change names in my blog but this one really was too good not to use. He was adorable, a good dancer, and very charming. But when that Barbra Streisand song came on, I went to dance with my girls and he left to go dance with some other chick.
(You’re welcome.)
A few moments later, Roberto sauntered over and leaned into my ear. “I think you’re really cute and would like to dance with you.” I’ve never been formally approached to dance and knew immediately he was not from New York (I was right; he had moved here from Boston). After a few minutes of pleasantries, he wanted to try out for the tonsil hockey team. He took my number and said he would call me as he walked out of the bar.
Bear returned and offered to buy me a drink. He apologized for leaving me and we made small talk on the couch though he also seemed much more interested in jamming his tongue down the back of my throat.
A couple cocktails and apparently I’m Bret Michaels.
Roberto and Bear both contacted me after that evening, but after a few texts back and forth, I realized Bear was more interested in sexting and so I let that go. But Roberto? Called when he said he would, has offered to take me out, and he just seems like a darling. He’s also 27, a good five years younger than I am, but I’m not going to hold that against him. Maybe Hutch is on to something. A good man is hard to find in this city and I’ll try not to let his age get in the way if we do end up going out on that date.
You get your puma on girl! I love it!
You’re way cuter that Brett, ya know? 🙂
I love that Roberto is promising! Have fun when you go out!
You know I fully support this! Also, 27 probably means he’s got a job and most of his shit together. I can’t wait to hear what happens next.
Oh I love your stories! Sounds like Roberto is a nice guy…hey I know a few girls married to younger men 🙂 So, are you going out with him?
Oh, I don’t think that difference is bad at all. Now, if he weren’t old enough to drink, htat wold be a problem!
girl 27 is nothing! Matt is almost 24 and I’m 29! As long as they’re in the same “life place” as you, it’s all good!
hmm… 27 isn’t bad. all the 27 year olds i know are definitely grown up, rational, mature, sweet, etc. so here’s hoping he’s one of those 27 year olds. if he were 25 or younger i’d say “have fun with his young body, but that’s about all!” 🙂
ooooh! This sounds fun! 🙂 Hopefully it all goes well… Aaliyah was right, “age ain’t nothin but a number”.
“A couple cocktails and apparently I’m Bret Michaels.”
Bahahahah. Loves it!
And I, too, want a friend who lives on the Upper East Side at whose place I could indulge in drinks! Heh heh. Most importantly, awesome about Roberto…enjoy it and report back on happenings! And who cares if he’s five years younger, big whoop!
Kudos to you!
Bear huh? 😉 Glad you went with Roberto! lol Remember – age is just a number! That’s not a big difference as long as you are in the same place in life!
I’m 27 and have to say that there are a lot of guys out there that are mature for the most part by this age. And honestly my best relationships have been with younger guys. I say let him take you out and see where it goes from there! The night of dancing at clubs sounds amazing! We don’t have any clubs around here anymore 🙁 I miss dancing.
What an entertaining read. You had me giggling all the way.
Let us know how it goes, Mama.
Ah, men. Have fun with Roberto, and report back to us!
YAY! Well, not to all of it, but to the end… keep us posted about Roberto!
I leave you alone for 5 mins and you go all cougar on me. Go for it! I am eager to hear tales from Cougar Town. I had a 20 yr old on my trail but that somehow seemed like cougar overkill to me. lol.
Well, you know how I feel about younger men :P. As long as he is an adult and a decent human, I wouldn’t worry about age too much, you deserve a good man.
Fun!! I am so happy that your exploring your inner puma. Truthfully, I was cracking up the every time you mentioned Bear. Hilarious, that is his name. I know he didn’t chose…
I think I’ve only meet one other person named after an animal, he was eagle.
You totally need to write a book. Fiction or Nonfiction. I’m rooting for non-fiction because you are a great story teller.
I hope that you are having a great week and that this weekend you get some more of your puma on.
A lot of woman I know in their early 30’s are dating younger men–there’s nothing wrong with it! We have to stop setting these ridiculous standards for ourselves and just let go 🙂
Well done you … now that’s an inspirational post 😉
Go on with your Puma self! Is Roberto the date from last night?!
You seem to be lucky with Boston men.
Your a smart man’s woman.
ALSO?
BIG ALSO?
My husband is younger than I am
#TEAMYOUNGERDUDE
Sheesh: should red “YOU’RE ” not “your”
Sheesh, I did one of my own pet peeves.
Never say never, right?
I’ve never heard that song before but it is definitely a fun dance song. Roberto sounds much better than Bear. Ha what a name. I never did have much luck with guys I met in clubs but they can always be good for a fun night out. 27 isn’t bad, I think a 27 year old man has had time to mature. It’s those damn 23 year old’s you have to watch out for! PS one of my good friends is dating a 26 year old guy and she’s 30 and it works for them. Cougar it up girlfriend!
How exciting! And you already know that he can kiss!