For any of you pooners that are a little short on cash or fine that 200-250 is a little to much for one hour of a ladies time, the Norwood Hotel on friday night is your answer. Free horny women and lots of them. There is some singles club that meets there on friday nights, and some of Winnipegs massage personal where there last friday. I was there for my first time on friday and it was easier then the Pal. Young, older, slim, short. Appartently the is a lot of women from brandon coming in on friday night.
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To qualify as a cougar with me, a woman would have to be somewhere around 75. Any of those at the Norwood? And are they .... well, I was going to say spry, but I should probably settle for them not being hooked up to an oxygen tank, I suppose. 
The removable teeth could be a bonus, too!!JustAGuy said:To qualify as a cougar with me, a woman would have to be somewhere around 75. Any of those at the Norwood? And are they .... well, I was going to say spry, but I should probably settle for them not being hooked up to an oxygen tank, I suppose.
You're obviously taking the definition of "cougar" literally to mean an older woman who lusts after younger men. My definition is more inclusive - a woman between 35 and 50 who lusts after men of any age!
Anytime after 10 its a bar for fucks sake. A couple of years ago the Norwood was the top older meat market bar in Wpg but lately it varies week to week
any bar
Any bar will do as long as there are people in it. Norwood is good cuz it is easy to get at and is a respectable place. Marion has a lot of meat too but a little rougher cut!!
Some find Silverado's a good place too, if you like country music.
Any bar will do as long as there are people in it. Norwood is good cuz it is easy to get at and is a respectable place. Marion has a lot of meat too but a little rougher cut!!
Some find Silverado's a good place too, if you like country music.
Wow,
Interesting cougar discussion, add in the meat market reference, and Voila, a set up for jokes, innuendo and puns.
My two cents (which is more than what cougars charge<wink>), the tenderest beef you'll ever try is one aged to perfection. The tenderest cuts, without aging, can be disappointing, while a the less sought after piece can be truly luxurious with a little age under its belt.
Learned this at a young age, when at a Van-in (a camping party where people who customize Vans get together and drink a weekend away), all my buddies were chasing after this sweet young piece of tail. She was gorgeous, and knew it. I was 18, and didn't dive into the fray, sat back and watched introspectively. Her mother was watching also, and noticed me hanging back. She approached me, and we had a long discussion about the role of hormones in teenagers. Wise beyond my age, she was impressed with our discussion, and like Finch in American Pie, she took me back to my van and schooled me in ways I couldn't have dreamt of. That van rocked the night away, what with my teenage drive and recovery rate, and her capacity to enjoy them...
My compatriots? All ended the night blue balled and broke, as the diva deigned not to choose any as her drone.
Changed my perspective forever in bars, and never regretted it. Avoided all those dead fucks I had wasted time and money on, and had years of wild sex with women who really knew how to enjoy. Occasionally, I'd take a young one under my wing and show her how to slow down and enjoy the ride, but more often than not, my tastes tended to the more seasoned choice. There's a reason for the Mrs Robinson syndrome, and the sooner young men learn that, the sooner they'll have a great time.
Early morning remembrances, reflecting on my younger days... a smile comes to light up my face, and off into the world I go, a happy man.
Rubin
Interesting cougar discussion, add in the meat market reference, and Voila, a set up for jokes, innuendo and puns.
My two cents (which is more than what cougars charge<wink>), the tenderest beef you'll ever try is one aged to perfection. The tenderest cuts, without aging, can be disappointing, while a the less sought after piece can be truly luxurious with a little age under its belt.
Learned this at a young age, when at a Van-in (a camping party where people who customize Vans get together and drink a weekend away), all my buddies were chasing after this sweet young piece of tail. She was gorgeous, and knew it. I was 18, and didn't dive into the fray, sat back and watched introspectively. Her mother was watching also, and noticed me hanging back. She approached me, and we had a long discussion about the role of hormones in teenagers. Wise beyond my age, she was impressed with our discussion, and like Finch in American Pie, she took me back to my van and schooled me in ways I couldn't have dreamt of. That van rocked the night away, what with my teenage drive and recovery rate, and her capacity to enjoy them...
My compatriots? All ended the night blue balled and broke, as the diva deigned not to choose any as her drone.
Changed my perspective forever in bars, and never regretted it. Avoided all those dead fucks I had wasted time and money on, and had years of wild sex with women who really knew how to enjoy. Occasionally, I'd take a young one under my wing and show her how to slow down and enjoy the ride, but more often than not, my tastes tended to the more seasoned choice. There's a reason for the Mrs Robinson syndrome, and the sooner young men learn that, the sooner they'll have a great time.
Early morning remembrances, reflecting on my younger days... a smile comes to light up my face, and off into the world I go, a happy man.
Rubin
My adventure was at age 18 with our dorky do-gooder (me) at a Wine + Cheese Party being hosted by a girl from high school that I had hard-on for. So I am completely out of place at this party. I only knew hard-on girl.
Well, I bump into (no, not literally for once) into this girl with a cool black skirt and the narliest hair I've ever seen! It was short but like flared out. I don't know how she did it but it was awesome. So we're talking at times intensely, but then comes the downer...she asks me how old I was and I say 18 and she was not impressed! I ask her how old she was and when she says 24 I'm ready to pretty much walk away and well she kinda does. I don't get too choked up the girl was 24 I had reasoned with myself.
As the night goes on I proceed to enter the dance floor. Some good music comes on like the Stones and I enjoy getting into it. Then, somebody turns some Salsa music on and I take this as my exit queue. I'm like "screw this I don't do salsa."
But as I was leaving the dance floor skirt-girl starts dancing at me and I quickly decide to remain in the very spot I was standing. She asks me if I'd like to Salsa dance and I tell her I don't know how to and she replies "I'll teach you." So I oblige. I can barely walk let alone dance and I foresaw this girl getting frustrated after 5 minutes, but she didn’t. I was getting every move wrong, but she kept telling me over and over what to do. After over 20 minutes of this I start to wonder to myself "Why the heck is this girl, trying so hard to teach me? I was very hopeless!" But then I thought there might be an ulterior motive and when I looked at her with this thought, her eyes gave me a message "Congratulations you finally figured it out retard!" And as luck would have it, some slow songs started to be played.
So I started dancing closer to her and she danced closer. And then she asks in a very confused voice "How old are you again?" This was a loaded question. She no doubt remembered and realized I was much younger than she was. She just wanted to find out how bad the news was and if it was proper to go for me. I realized this right away and what I thought was quick, I responded "18, but it's not my fault!" At first she is taken back, but then I guess in her mind she decides to give me a try. She signals me in a way that she wants me to kiss her. I try to give the message that I'm down with that in public, let alone hard-on girl's party!
So I kiss her on the neck and sort of give off the signal that nothing more would be given at this location, not that I expected more. In fact, at this point I was hoping to get a phone number and call it a night. But she didn't see the night unfolding, as did I.
I embark on what I think is a journey that will end up walking here home, but it is at this point where this started to get confusing. I walk her home expecting to wait by the door for a phone number or something, but if I had I would've been waiting there for quite a while. Before I even get through the door she starts running up the stairs. I stand puzzled at the door and all she says is "C'mon!" So I follow her into her room she closes the door and puts on some weird acid jazz music. Now you gotta remember I don't even think we've kissed yet. But she still proceeds to take off her skirt (I soon found out that was all she had to take off) and her shirt. I ask her "That was a little fast, I didn't even get to have any part in that." She simply replies "Sorry, too late!" Then I kiss her as does she me, and it was a sloppy and I was kind of disappointed!
Right away unfortunately I can tell this girl is not down with kissing. In fact, the only reason she started to kiss me was to direct me towards the bed and then throw me on it. So were moving along (this girl is pretty selfish,) but I think to myself hey she's 24 maybe when girls get older they expect special treatment so I just keep my mouth shut! And then as soon as this girl gets "pleased" she goes out like a light and I'm "like man this chick knew what she wanted!" A minute after the fun and everything subsides momentarily the awful Acid Jazz music is brought back to my attention. I try to move but this girl has her arm firmly over my chest and I think, damn what should I do? I thought that the CD will end soon and to just lie and wait it out which I did. The CD ends I almost jump up in joy but to my dismay this crazy bitch had put the CD on repeat! I was livid, threw her arm off me turned off the CD and got back into bed.
I was sleeping well with a sense of accomplishment. This whole escapade had occurred pretty late so I get woken up at what must have been 5am in the morning. At first I have no idea where I am. The girl climbs up on top of me and demands "Gimmie the drugs!" I'm still half-asleep and am clueless to my surroundings except for this naked girl demanding I give her the drugs. I worry is she a diabetic and even worse fear if she is some kinda crackwhore! She asks again and I still can't figure it out. Then, finally as to give me a clue she grasps my body while really pressing up to it and asks me once again for the drugs! Finally, I realize what she is talking about. And I have to stop myself from laughing out loud and I think in my head, who the heck asks for drugs when looking for action? In the middle of the night with essentially a stranger!
And so even though I was tired, even though this girl was selfish, I thought she was pretty cute and I need not want to disappoint this 24-year-old so I proceeded to give her the drugs.
I was ready to make a b-line for the door because I didn't want to be woken up again but as I gathered my stuff the sun was coming up and it started to pour and I opted to stay sheltered with the psychopath.
Well, I bump into (no, not literally for once) into this girl with a cool black skirt and the narliest hair I've ever seen! It was short but like flared out. I don't know how she did it but it was awesome. So we're talking at times intensely, but then comes the downer...she asks me how old I was and I say 18 and she was not impressed! I ask her how old she was and when she says 24 I'm ready to pretty much walk away and well she kinda does. I don't get too choked up the girl was 24 I had reasoned with myself.
As the night goes on I proceed to enter the dance floor. Some good music comes on like the Stones and I enjoy getting into it. Then, somebody turns some Salsa music on and I take this as my exit queue. I'm like "screw this I don't do salsa."
But as I was leaving the dance floor skirt-girl starts dancing at me and I quickly decide to remain in the very spot I was standing. She asks me if I'd like to Salsa dance and I tell her I don't know how to and she replies "I'll teach you." So I oblige. I can barely walk let alone dance and I foresaw this girl getting frustrated after 5 minutes, but she didn’t. I was getting every move wrong, but she kept telling me over and over what to do. After over 20 minutes of this I start to wonder to myself "Why the heck is this girl, trying so hard to teach me? I was very hopeless!" But then I thought there might be an ulterior motive and when I looked at her with this thought, her eyes gave me a message "Congratulations you finally figured it out retard!" And as luck would have it, some slow songs started to be played.
So I started dancing closer to her and she danced closer. And then she asks in a very confused voice "How old are you again?" This was a loaded question. She no doubt remembered and realized I was much younger than she was. She just wanted to find out how bad the news was and if it was proper to go for me. I realized this right away and what I thought was quick, I responded "18, but it's not my fault!" At first she is taken back, but then I guess in her mind she decides to give me a try. She signals me in a way that she wants me to kiss her. I try to give the message that I'm down with that in public, let alone hard-on girl's party!
So I kiss her on the neck and sort of give off the signal that nothing more would be given at this location, not that I expected more. In fact, at this point I was hoping to get a phone number and call it a night. But she didn't see the night unfolding, as did I.
I embark on what I think is a journey that will end up walking here home, but it is at this point where this started to get confusing. I walk her home expecting to wait by the door for a phone number or something, but if I had I would've been waiting there for quite a while. Before I even get through the door she starts running up the stairs. I stand puzzled at the door and all she says is "C'mon!" So I follow her into her room she closes the door and puts on some weird acid jazz music. Now you gotta remember I don't even think we've kissed yet. But she still proceeds to take off her skirt (I soon found out that was all she had to take off) and her shirt. I ask her "That was a little fast, I didn't even get to have any part in that." She simply replies "Sorry, too late!" Then I kiss her as does she me, and it was a sloppy and I was kind of disappointed!
Right away unfortunately I can tell this girl is not down with kissing. In fact, the only reason she started to kiss me was to direct me towards the bed and then throw me on it. So were moving along (this girl is pretty selfish,) but I think to myself hey she's 24 maybe when girls get older they expect special treatment so I just keep my mouth shut! And then as soon as this girl gets "pleased" she goes out like a light and I'm "like man this chick knew what she wanted!" A minute after the fun and everything subsides momentarily the awful Acid Jazz music is brought back to my attention. I try to move but this girl has her arm firmly over my chest and I think, damn what should I do? I thought that the CD will end soon and to just lie and wait it out which I did. The CD ends I almost jump up in joy but to my dismay this crazy bitch had put the CD on repeat! I was livid, threw her arm off me turned off the CD and got back into bed.
I was sleeping well with a sense of accomplishment. This whole escapade had occurred pretty late so I get woken up at what must have been 5am in the morning. At first I have no idea where I am. The girl climbs up on top of me and demands "Gimmie the drugs!" I'm still half-asleep and am clueless to my surroundings except for this naked girl demanding I give her the drugs. I worry is she a diabetic and even worse fear if she is some kinda crackwhore! She asks again and I still can't figure it out. Then, finally as to give me a clue she grasps my body while really pressing up to it and asks me once again for the drugs! Finally, I realize what she is talking about. And I have to stop myself from laughing out loud and I think in my head, who the heck asks for drugs when looking for action? In the middle of the night with essentially a stranger!
And so even though I was tired, even though this girl was selfish, I thought she was pretty cute and I need not want to disappoint this 24-year-old so I proceeded to give her the drugs.
I was ready to make a b-line for the door because I didn't want to be woken up again but as I gathered my stuff the sun was coming up and it started to pour and I opted to stay sheltered with the psychopath.
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