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