A couple of weeks ago, I got in a minor car accident (bad). But I got a date out of it (good). When I took my car into the shop, a guy from the rental car company came to pick me up. We chatted and by the time I drove away in my rental, he had my phone number. (Honestly, at that point I thought he was merely interested in the kind of work I do...I didn't realize until later that he was interested in me as well).
Several days later he contacted me and suggested we see each other outside of me renting a car from him. I agreed and we made plans to go out for a drink.
Drinks Night arrived, and so did he, standing awkwardly on my door step ready to commence the general awfulness that is a first date. (Why are they always so awful?) Except this one didn't turn out to be awful after all. It was quite nice, actually. We shared a bottle of wine and talked for nearly three hours. But by about halfway through the evening, a suspicion began taking root in a corner of my mind. The suspicion grew stronger and stronger and finally I couldn't hold it in any longer. So I finally said what I had been thinking..."You know...I'm starting to think I might be quite a bit older than you..." I casually threw out. He looked puzzled and said "Oh really? Maybe. I'm 22."
HA!!! "Yes...yes that confirms it. I'm a LOT older than you."
"Oh. Well it's rather rude for me to ask you how old you are," he remarked. "How large a gap are we talking about?"
"Ummm...well...I'll be 32 in a few weeks," I confessed.
He got quiet. Then he shrugged and said "Well...stranger things have happened." And we went right on with our previous conversation.
And that, my friends, is how I became a cougar.