I don’t like being called a cougar. I don’t know when it became such a dirty word. In recent years, I was even guilty of judging cougars myself, vehemently correcting people that I was a puma (ergo, under 40). I wasn’t fond of being a puma either, because pumas are just lesser cougars and my … Continue reading Don’t call me a cougar!
One of the first clues that a relationship may not be particularly healthy is when your friends nickname him “Psycho.” We nicknamed everyone….Turtle, Manwhore, Polish Pete, Tony Robbins, Wonderschlong, etc. Psycho J was a former military guy, so he gave new meaning to obsessive-compulsive disorder. He was a total clean freak, and only wore white … Continue reading Please don’t feed the sharks