I am officially a cougar after snogging a 20 year old on Friday. I mean Jesus – I’m far too old. What surprised me is what a good snog he was. Worthy of a rematch should I ever meet him again. I’m sure the boys I snogged when I was twenty were all pretty rubbish. Too much tongue and washing machine tendancies. Shame I can’t remember what “Tom the twenty year old” looked like.
The Crush has informed me that once he comes back from Afghanistan, he’s making his way to Miami to teach Americans to play with helicopters. Probably. Oh, and he doesn’t know when he’ll be back. If ever.
I went for a job interview. The job’s in Switzerland. I still haven’t found out whether I’ve got it or not. Part of me really wants to go. It’ll be fun to be abroad, new country, new people, new experiences. The other half of me is so comfortable in my little world that I can’t quite bear to wrench myself out of it. Deep down, however, I know that if the job’s offered, I’ll take it. We’ll see.
Only 16 days until I fly out to see the parents. Just think, 3 weeks of sunshine. I’m fake tanning in preparation.
N has moved out of London.
I’m still broken. I can’t remember if I mentioned it but I got broken playing rugby a couple of months ago. A trip to the doctors on Thursday confirms I’m still broken (as if I didn’t already know that) and there’ll be no more rugby this year. The frustration is not becoming.
I realised the other day that it’s been *whisper* 7 months since I last… ahem… [it's a family show]. Yes, I know. 7 months. I also realised that telling men you’re really not into one night stands (which I’m not) is a sure fire way of them trying to persuade you that they’re the one and if you have a one night stand with them it’ll be the best thing you’ve ever done. Yeah, alright boys.
I am amused that it turns out I tell “my boys” out in Afghan more than I tell my friends sometimes. The girlfriend of one of the chaps I write to came round on Saturday (for a Strictly, X Factor, wine night) and she turned to me suddenly and said “what’s this about Switzerland?”. I’d told her fella and hadn’t bothered to mention it to her.
There’s an item on Jeremy Vine this afternoon about cyber bullying. It reminds me of when I was 16. The internet was new. Very new. Someone set up a site about me. Can’t remember why or when or what. I do remember crying though. What an odd memory.
That is outstanding! You can play “Truth or Cougar” now… still, I don’t think you can be a cougar until you are into your 30s and you’re not close to that I don’t think. Is there an interim stage?
woo hoo!! (to the 20 year old)
I wish I was brave enough to take off again and go somewhere on my own…but i’m really not!
A 20 yr old? Who was a good snog? Wow. He could teach quite a few 30-somethings….
As for the 7 months thing. I hear you! Tough if you aren’t into 1 night stands, but do have Needs….And no – I don’t have the answer either!
Switzerland – how exciting. It’ll be breath of fresh air if you get it. As for snogging 20-year-olds…. good for you!
Moo, there’s so much info in here that I’m going to *burst*.
(a little bit ‘interested’ at the cougar references)
High five to the boy kissing! I really loved this post; I learned so much about you!
Good on you, snogging a young ‘un! Think we need to form some sort of Cougar Club…
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