See, now that would be a shame. Of course there’s always round two…
Heh - this is awful. I’m talking about corrupting a young man who wasn’t even born when I saw Michael Jackson in concert… He’s not exactly complaining, mind. Apparently he likes “older” women. Apparently. heh.
As a 22 year old guy, I have to ask…why the heck am I not meeting hot older women like your date is?!! :smack:
When I was 20 I was “corrupted” by a 31 year old. When I was 22 I was “corrupted” by a 33 year old and a 42 year old…at the same time.
You say “corrupted” like it’s a bad thing. 
Go ahead and corrupt him. You do know of course, that we will be needing all of the details and maybe a few pics 
after the date.
God he is such a hottie. Like, lip licking, spine tingling, uber-hottie.
And he’s actually really sweet and kind of fun to talk to, so I guess we’ll see what happens. We’re trying to decide where to go to dinner right now.
Dinner at the “Y?”
Boy, this is bringing back such great memories of being a guy in my twenties and early thirties, having fun with older women.
Sigh…
But being middle-aged and married to a woman my own age is great, too.
Really.
You know?!?!
alice, are your kind ONLY in Canada or something?
Well Jesus, I don’t know. I’m sure there are hot cougar type women south of the boarder too! FWIW, tell them they look 25. They really like that.
Nope - we’re going to BP’s. Maybe I’ll see Spoons there and he’ll be horrified for the young man.
Man, and when I was in my twenties, I thought older women weren’t interested in men my age.
Well there are, it’s just…well, they’re not anywhere where I hang out…
…my parents’ basement sob
Originally Posted by silenus
Dinner at the “Y?”
Whoosh!
Hey, maybe you bring your hottest (lady!) friend along and the two of you double-date me? (Yeah, I’m going to be 44 this year… :eek: )
I think she’s saying the odds are low that anything much more than dinner will happen.
Uh oh - you better spell this out for me, 'cus I still don’t get it…
Well - the Spoons part wooshed over me but the woosh for you was that “eatin’ at the Y” is a euphemism for yodeling in the valley, or mumblin’ in the moss
Cunnilingus. Good luck! 
Ahhh, yes. Dinner. At the Y. That makes much more sense now. And no, probably not tonight. If I’m going to corrupt today’s youth, I want to do it SLOWLY…
I will do my best to convince Spoonette that we really need to be at BP’s tonight.