Already a generational gap taking place with my online dating capers. Yes, I am on match.com. Yes, I am on OkCupid. How else am I to meet these younger somethings wanting to date “cougars”? What’s a cougar? Well according to the Urban Dictionary, a cougar is:
An older woman who frequents clubs in order to score with a much younger man. The cougar can be anyone from an overly surgically altered wind tunnel victim, to an absolute sad and bloated old horn-meister, to a real hottie or milf. Cougars are gaining in popularity — particularly the true hotties — as young men find not only a sexual high, but many times a chick with her s*t together.
Could I actually be a cougar? I hope not.
But I have had 3 different under thirty-somethings ask me to take my shirt off in front of the web cam this week. I picture them with dozens of open windows charming old ladies like myself on chat sights into doing something they will, no doubt, regret later.
But we’re vulnerable dammit. And having a 28 year old tell you you’re beautiful is stuff of conversations with your other over-40 somethings over a glass of wine while chatting on Skype, later in the eve. We’re actually charmed until we find that we almost fell for it. Grrrr…
On a more sober note, where are their boundaries, people? I don’t recall being part of this when I was 28. But then again, we didn’t have social networking on little computers when I was 28. Back then, I was still accessing my email via UNIX commands from a “computer center” and living in a tipi.
We are constantly on the edge of defining new rules to go along with this new technology. And the fact of the matter is, there are no rules, there is no manual. These younger ones are constantly pushing it, seeing what they can get away with next. And I’m going along with it. Why? Because I have no ideas what the rules are either. One hundred years from now, once they all have chips embedded in their heads, they will look back on all of this and say, “Can you believe that the Internet was actually legal at one point?”